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 together;
You hear that January (chea)
Chad

[Verse One: Young
Yo; Ayo Momma workin hard Big brother on the run lil sista cuttin up man shit just outta luck baby girl born up my
life block still poppin old lady still drawn hataz still plottin (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 but he die; niggas
speed like us 40 clip on my hip 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 outside or bleed in till you piss it out; all them chickens out; Fuck all them niggas route;
Ciani here plus my momma a bigger house

This the town we live in; North Phil my nigga, South Philly with mittens, look how chilly the rist is; poppin wheelys
with bitches; Poppin wheelys at
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, a nigga they ain't remember, long as he ain't remember then watch his
for temper

[Verse Two: Siegel]

Bitch niggas actin' tough but you know what thats about prayin that I hit em up; hopin settle out, But why flirt
with death; it worth the check Get ya coffin nailed shut, placed in the dirt to rest; Picture linen' up tears again
Momma 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 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 other day bodies every other night (thats right) Death is the
only thing for sure in life (thats right) Young Gunz get em nice

[Verse Neef 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
hoodies and
mookies and dubs yeah nigga I'll put it dead in yo mug; fuckas beneath me, mutha-fuckas is sneaky worryin about where
Neef be get you wacked out easy, Yeah this family greasy, Believe me, how the fuck they ain't peep me; Tables now the
family need me, Yeah i'm on my shit; shit you can teach me; I'm young but not dumb, you ain't from where i'm from, you
don't feel how I feel, you ain't real how i'm real, I aint signed to that deal; on the you should chill, and let me do
me dawg, lets sit for once in life so we can stop playin c-saw until then I make it rain niggas 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, workin three on her own bringin four in a week, now tell me how
i'm gone budget that lil sister graduted elementary big life in the judges lap; Even my momma pack stuck in this war
zone, I been a bad boy puffin before combs; for homey strap 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 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 up put your little lawkers up and your lil snub
nigga you a lil thug em lil snugs till he cough it up; them niggas soft as butt even ya bosses suck, i'm about to
it up nigga stop ya arguin