Luyện nghe bài hát Roc The Mic (remix)

You know we had to do a right?
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! (free)
All you Gunnerz!
Hey Just, this the one here baby!
I you dog!

B Sig in the place with State P
And we got what it takes to the mic right yeah!
Still watch you say to B. Sig
I still will knock your ass the fuck out

I bring the hood I'm traveling
Scrap unraveling
Scrap good when we traveling
Forget the Mac's the K's fit good in the Caravan
I clap up your hood like the man
your gat, better bust it if you get that close
You're scared to clap better strap your (strap, your, folks)
Who want with State P,
Enemies try to to me
Negative they don't get close

Free, listen
Blow trees Mac Mittens
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) Smith and Wesson
Bring the broads down with
(Leave a mess in crib)
Caught a play
(You fucking with made niggas)
Hit him the AK nigga (free no you didn't)
Yes I did
shit? Wait a minute, when this fakin
Snatch the up out his crib
(Then slide, uh)
I'm like the baker your pies (Then rise)
Set up shop and where you live
Freeway in the place with my squad
And we got it takes to dump the K, flip your ride!

It's B Sig in the place State P
And I got what it to rock the mic right yeah!
watch what you say to Young freak
'Cause 50 still will turn the club out ho

Freeway in the place with State P
And we got what it takes to the rock the mic Yeah!
watch what you say to B Sig
'Cause we got what it takes to the D-E yeah

It's in the place with Murph Lee
And I got what it takes to rock the mic yeah!
You better watch what you say around
'Cause somethin on my waste to make the whole place break

Murph dun in the place with Nelly
And I got what it to rock the mic right yeah!
You better watch you say to my face
'Cause I got what it takes to the whole place

Murphy Lee's entertainin 'em
when I'm clubbin' it
Fake ID for the of it
I'm just a boy, somewhat new boy
If you get Nelly you'a settle for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One truck seats six asses
Twenty-Twos to confuse the
Remove glasses, blow up in my ashes
I used to my mama stuff
Now the boy puttin' twenties on the Bomb Pop truck
I make rappers go to the block
They be "maybe I was better off selling rocks"
I'm Murphey Lee in the to be punk
And I got enough skunk to fill the blunt
I take trips with chumps up in my
And I take 'em real far to a safe to dump

It's countdown
I'm with ya dirty go head and lay
Finance a pay-down, heard what I said
See how I procede caution
My crack fast all you niggas in horses
Randy Moss', I play when I
Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say what I
Around six in the six with the
Sixers, number six Julius
Cris and the herb, make it hard to
Throw your up, if you didn't bang your rim on the curb
You hit while you was makin a turn
I strike a nerve and old MC's wantin' a
I got repsect but lost and that's a fact
Like K, here even said your name
R, You really feeling guilty bout man
S, Sad to see you really just just
One more hit please!
You the old man who should get a rapper's pension
No we system call this mic invention
I'm snitching? Matter fact stay the out the kitchen
Nelly kickin' with too many
Mid west, and we aim mid chest
on my side, too many in my tribe
Coupe outside who the fuck a ride?

It's Nelly in the with Murph Lee
And I got what it takes to rock the mic yeah!
You better what you say around herre
'Cause theres somethin on my waste to make the whole break

Freeway in the place with State P
And we got what it takes to the the mic right yeah!
watch what you say to B Sig
'Cause we got what it takes to dump the D-E

All a y'all need to one yo
Go get the nigga bang yo-self!
All a need to one yo self
Go get the burner nigga yo-self!
Yeah yeah! It's the, it's the Roc
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!