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, the one right here baby!
I you dog!

It's B Sig in the with State P
And we got it takes to rock the mic right yeah!
watch what you say to B. Sig
'Cause I still will knock your ass the out

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lee's eighteen entertainin 'em
Twenty-one when I'm it
ID for the fuck of it
I'm just a school boy, new boy
If you can't get Nelly you'a settle for who
Two toy carrier, two
One truck that six asses
to confuse the masses
Remove glasses, blow up in my ashes
I used to drive my stuff
Now the school boy puttin' twenties on the Bomb Pop
I make go back to the block
They be like "maybe I was better off rocks"
I'm Murphey Lee in the to be punk
And I got enough skunk to fill the blunt
I trips with chumps up in my trunk
And I 'em real far to a safe place to dump

Mister countdown
I'm with ya dirty go head and lay
Finance a pay-down, what I said now?
See how I with caution
My whip crack all you niggas in horses
Randy Moss', I play when I
Nut check, gut check, I say what I wanna
Around six in the six with the
Sixers, six Julius Irv'
and the herb, make it hard to swirve
Throw your hands up, if you bang your rim on the curb
You gettin't hit while you was a turn
I a nerve and old MC's wantin' a comeback
I got repsect but lost and that's a fact
Like K, nooone here even your name
R, You really feeling guilty something man
S, Sad to see you really want just
One more hit please!
You the old man who should get a rapper's pension
No we ain't system call this mic
I'm snitching? Matter stay the fuck out the kitchen
Nelly with too many dimensions
Mid west, and we aim about mid
Duked on my side, too many in my
Coupe who the fuck want a ride?

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

It's Freeway in the 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

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