Luyện nghe bài hát Roc U (with Beanie Sigel)

[Young Chris
that pian sat at (uh)
Young (chea) What up niggas;
Niggas got January to get they shit together;
You hear that niggas (chea)
Chad

[Verse One: Young
Yo; Ayo Momma workin hard Big brother on the run lil sista up man shit just outta luck baby girl born brighten up my
life alot block still poppin old lady still hataz still plottin (plottin) tryna take my life away it'n matter nigt or
day C reactin right away; bring it on when the rise; my intention to ride ain't no intent but he die; niggas
speed like us 40 clip on my hip shorty go get ya clique ready to squeeze like what; Yeah its out of Chris' mouth;
have you niggas-Bitchin' gettin' stitches then get ditches pourin liqour out; thats what Chris about Tryna figure out
the beat down on the outside or bleed in till you piss it out; Block all them chickens out; Fuck all them route;
Ciani here my momma need a bigger house

This just the town we live in; North Phil my nigga, South Philly with mittens, look how chilly the rist is; poppin
with bitches; wheelys at snitches
You got three ways to die; Fire Roof or the River; you gone bleed if you try man they suspicious; and got oozies
and shit forty-fours and infus; Plans to get ya, leave a nigga they ain't remember, long as he ain't remember watch his
mouth for

[Verse Beanie Siegel]

Bitch niggas actin' but you know what thats about prayin that I hit em up; hopin niggas settle out, But why flirt
with death; it ain't worth the check Get ya coffin nailed shut, placed in the dirt to rest; linen' up tears again
Momma in tears again, I guess death is the number one of men; But I ain't scared, I can tell its commin', I can feel it
in the air; I can smell it commin, fully prepared to meet the fuckin' man in the trench coat, I hiding, but tryna duck
him long as I can though; They say i'm flirting with the devil talkin blast with me cursin out the reet the gate,
until I see the light, shootin everything in sight, worn other day bodies every other night (thats right) Death is the
only thing for sure in life (thats right) Young get em real nice

[Verse Three: Buck]

Yo; kill me with a get a gun, betta know where i'm load them up with dumb guns leave a nigga one lung; maskin tape
hoodies and
mookies and dubs yeah nigga I'll put it dead in yo Other fuckas beneath me, mutha-fuckas is sneaky worryin about where
Neef be get you wacked out easy, Yeah this family greasy, me, how the fuck they ain't peep me; Tables turned now the
family need me, Yeah i'm on my shit; ain't shit you can teach me; I'm young but not dumb, you from where i'm from, you
don't feel how I feel, you ain't real how i'm real, I aint to that deal; on the real you should chill, and let me do
me dawg, lets sit for in life so we can stop playin c-saw until then I make it rain niggas feel my pain, until i'm out
the game i'm far a lame

[Verse Young Chris]

Lord of the streets, I do it so my daughter can eat, moms three on her own bringin four in a week, now tell me how
i'm budget that lil sister graduted elementary big brother life in the judges lap; Even my momma pack stuck in this war
zone, I been a bad boy puffin combs; for sure homey strap like bamboo, theres nothin we can't do, its tucked in my
pants to, but shit scramble, shit I em sellin but niggas tattle tellin when they rushed in that van dude so I had to
smartin up, you know chalk em up, bye bye mutha-fuckin by we walkin up put your little lawkers up and your lil snub
nigga you a lil thug give em lil snugs till he cough it up; them niggas as butt even ya bosses suck, i'm about to
charge it up nigga ya arguin