Luyện nghe bài hát Roc U (with Beanie Sigel)

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

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

This just the town we live in; North my nigga, South Philly with mittens, look 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
mouth for

Two: Beanie Siegel]

Bitch niggas actin' tough but you know what thats about prayin that I hit em up; hopin niggas settle out, But why
with death; it ain't worth the check Get ya coffin nailed shut, placed in the dirt to Picture linen' up tears again
in tears 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 the fuckin' man in the trench coat, I ain't hiding, but tryna duck
him long as I can though; They say i'm flirting with the devil talkin blast with me out the reet between the gate,
until I see the light, shootin everything in sight, worn every other day bodies every 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 where i'm from load them up 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 worryin about where
Neef be get you wacked out easy, 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 teach me; I'm young but not dumb, you ain't from i'm from, you
don't how I feel, you ain't 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 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 gone budget 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 combs; for sure homey like bamboo, theres nothin we can't do, its tucked in my
pants to, but this shit scramble, shit I em sellin but niggas tattle tellin when they rushed in van dude so I had to
smartin up, you know chalk em up, bye bye mutha-fuckin drive by we walkin up put little lawkers up and your lil snub
you a lil thug give em lil snugs till he cough it up; them niggas soft as butt even ya bosses suck, i'm about to
charge it up stop ya arguin