Luyện nghe bài hát Roc U (with Beanie Sigel)

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

One: Young Chris]
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 drawn hataz still (plottin) tryna take my life away it'n matter nigt or
day C reactin right away; bring it on when the temerature rise; my intention to ride ain't no intent but he niggas
speed like us 40 clip on my hip shorty go get ya clique to squeeze like what; Yeah its commin out of Chris' mouth;
I'll have you 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 niggas route;
Ciani here plus my momma need a house

This just the town we live in; North Phil my nigga, South with mittens, look how chilly the rist is; poppin wheelys
bitches; Poppin 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 Two: Siegel]

Bitch niggas actin' tough but you know what thats about 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; Picture linen' up tears
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; say i'm flirting with the devil talkin blast with me cursin out the reet between the gate,
until I see the light, shootin everything in sight, worn every other day bodies every other (thats right) Death is the
only thing for sure in (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 with dumb guns leave a one lung; maskin tape
and gloves
mookies and dubs yeah I'll put it dead in yo mug; Other fuckas beneath me, mutha-fuckas is sneaky worryin about where
be get you wacked 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, sit for once in life so we can stop playin c-saw until then I make it rain niggas feel my pain, until i'm out
the i'm far from a lame

[Verse Three: 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 that lil sister graduted elementary big brother life in the judges lap; Even my momma pack stuck in war
zone, I been a bad boy puffin before combs; for sure homey strap like bamboo, theres 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 soft as butt even ya suck, i'm about to
charge it up nigga ya arguin