Luyện nghe bài hát Rock The Body

(Tracey Lee):
Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah,
For the '98 is how we do
Queen Pen y'all, Lee y'all
Rock on y'all, D-dot
on

(Queen Pen):
For all the in the ghetto
holdin' there own
Rock the
(Tracey Lee):
For all my out
Dogs in the thugged out
Rock the
(Queen Pen):
And if you know it's a fact
That we got back
Rock the
(Tracey Lee):
no doubt
Queen and Lee turn it out
Rock the

:
(Tracey Lee):
Lyrically I spray y'all, Tray y'all
Slay y'all niggaz it ain't hard to me
y'all niggaz like A.C.
Stay armed in case these cats want to on me
Kill or be killed, I'm
My calling making shit like Spaulding
Y'all know cuevo mke Tray flow en
Its T. Lee spitting and I'm down the Queen

(Queen Pen):
Radio just really advances my chances
With big time niggaz legal finances
Ghetto star just about the of my life
Got eyes in the of my head like mice
With ya bat boy, I lived it
I figure you wake up in the morning
And it on a nigga, you's the type of nigga
I standing at the bar
Have your thirsty ass for my car tomorrow
It's them lame that fuck it up for us
Runnin' around the club being a bag of
A bonafide child I got in this
Holding down fort, real Brooklyn
rolled in fry talon dreads was rich
Ain't changed since '86
We transportin', start making hits
Ghetto from the start, Queen

(Queen Pen):
For all the honeys in the
That's there own
Rock the body, rock the body,
(Tracey Lee):
For all my out
Dogs in the thugged out
Rock the body, the body, rock
(Queen Pen):
And if you know that it's a
we got your back
Rock the body, the body, rock
(Tracey Lee):
no doubt
Queen and Lee turn it out
the body, rock the body, rock

(Queen Pen):
Niggaz talk shit on the
And those be the one's sweatin' y'all
east or west D servin' ya
Tray Lee and the Queen Pen
If it's not real boo why bother
Tell me why windows shot wit of copper
Jack yo ass up my baby father
I said your ass up like my baby father

(Tracey Lee):
When Tray Lee come through it's time
But a party ain't a party till you spark a
Y'all can hate but I'm a make ass shake
Still got the steel by the waist runnin' through
Me and Pen find us at the bar schemin'
I still owe dough, so who I gotta get to even
RNF niggaz who live for the
Still drinkin', hey still the club with hoes
They us on Keenan
You with pros, goddamn
Future of the game turning cats into happen to's
Like Brains, ain't change
Still on, still ride everything that I get on
Still be in the with Timbs on
Raw dog forever, I got something for all

(Repeat 2 til end)