Luyện nghe bài hát Roc U (with Beanie Sigel)

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

[Verse One: Young
Yo; Ayo Momma workin hard Big brother on the run lil sista cuttin up man shit 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 temerature 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; its commin out of Chris' mouth;
I'll have you niggas-Bitchin' gettin' stitches then get ditches pourin liqour out; thats what Chris about Tryna out
the beat down on the outside or bleed in till you piss it out; Block all them chickens Fuck all them niggas route;
here plus my momma need a bigger house

This just the we live in; North Phil my nigga, South Philly with mittens, look how chilly the rist is; poppin wheelys
with bitches; Poppin at snitches
You got three to die; Fire Roof or the River; you gone bleed if you try man they shootin 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 then watch his
for temper

[Verse Two: Beanie

Bitch niggas actin' tough but you what thats about prayin that I hit em up; hopin niggas settle out, But why flirt
with death; it ain't worth the Get ya coffin nailed shut, placed in the dirt to rest; Picture linen' up tears again
Momma in tears again, I guess 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 ain't hiding, but duck
him long as I can though; They say i'm flirting with the devil talkin blast me cursin out the reet between the gate,
until I see the light, shootin everything in sight, worn every day bodies every other night (thats right) Death is the
only for sure in life (thats right) Young Gunz get em real nice

[Verse Three: Buck]

Yo; kill me with a get a gun, betta know i'm from 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 mug; Other fuckas beneath me, mutha-fuckas is sneaky worryin about
Neef be get you wacked out easy, Yeah this family greasy, Believe me, how the fuck they ain't peep me; 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 ain't from i'm from, you
don't feel how I feel, you ain't real how i'm real, I aint signed to 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 from a

[Verse Three: Chris]

Lord of the streets, I do it so my daughter can eat, moms workin three on her own 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 before for sure homey strap like bamboo, theres nothin we can't do, its tucked in my
pants to, but this shit scramble, 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 drive by we walkin up put your little lawkers up and lil snub
nigga you a lil thug give em lil snugs till he cough it up; them niggas soft as butt even ya suck, i'm about to
charge it up stop ya arguin