Luyện nghe bài hát Roc U (with Beanie Sigel)

[Young talking]
that pian sat at (uh)
Young Gannas (chea) up niggas;
Niggas got January to get they shit together;
You hear that niggas (chea)
West

[Verse Young Chris]
Yo; Ayo workin hard Big brother on the run lil sista cuttin up man shit just outta luck baby girl born brighten up my
life alot block still poppin old lady still drawn hataz 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 commin out of Chris'
I'll have you niggas-Bitchin' gettin' stitches then get 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; all them niggas route;
Ciani plus my momma need a bigger house

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

[Verse Two: 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 Picture linen' up tears again
Momma in again, I guess death is the number one fear 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; say i'm flirting with the devil talkin blast with me cursin out the reet between the gate,
until I see the light, everything in sight, worn every other day bodies every other night (thats right) Death is the
only for sure in life (thats right) Young Gunz get em real nice

[Verse Neef Buck]

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

[Verse Three: Chris]

Lord of the streets, I do it so my can eat, moms workin three on her own bringin four in a week, now tell me how
i'm gone budget that lil sister graduted elementary big brother life in the judges lap; Even my momma pack in this war
zone, I been a bad boy puffin before combs; for sure homey strap like bamboo, theres nothin we do, its tucked in my
pants to, but this shit scramble, shit I em sellin but niggas tattle tellin when they in that van dude so I had to
up, you know chalk em up, bye bye mutha-fuckin drive by we walkin up put your little lawkers up and your lil snub
nigga you a lil thug give em lil snugs he cough it up; them niggas soft as butt even ya bosses suck, i'm about to
it up nigga stop ya arguin