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 place State P
And we got what it takes to rock the mic yeah!
watch what you say to B. Sig
'Cause I still will your ass the fuck out

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

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

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

Freeway in the place with State P
And we got what it to the rock the mic right Yeah!
Still what you say to B Sig
we got what it takes to dump 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 you say around herre
'Cause theres somethin on my waste to the whole place break

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

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

It's countdown
I'm ya dirty go head and lay down
a pay-down, heard what I said now?
See how I procede caution
My whip crack fast all you niggas in
Randy Moss', I play I wanna
Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say what I
six in the six with the throwback
Sixers, six Julius Irv'
and the herb, make it hard to swirve
Throw your hands up, if you didn't your rim on the curb
You gettin't hit you was makin 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 said your name
R, You really feeling bout something man
S, Sad to see you just want just
One hit please please!
You the first old man who should get a rapper's
No we system call this mic invention
I'm snitching? Matter fact stay the out the kitchen
Nelly kickin' with too dimensions
Mid west, and we aim mid chest
on my side, too many in my tribe
Coupe who the fuck want a ride?

Nelly in the place with Murph Lee
And I got what it takes to the mic right yeah!
You watch what you say around herre
theres somethin on my waste to make the whole place break

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

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