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, y'all
on

(Queen Pen):
For all the honeys in the
That's holdin' own
Rock the
(Tracey Lee):
For all my out
Dogs in the thugged out
the body
(Queen Pen):
And if you know that a fact
That we got your
the body
(Tracey Lee):
Ain't no
Queen and Lee turn it out
Rock the

:
(Tracey Lee):
I spray y'all, it's Tray y'all
Slay y'all it ain't hard to face me
Break niggaz like A.C.
Stay armed in these cats want to hate on me
or be killed, I'm God-sent
My calling making shit bounce like
Y'all know cuevo mke Tray flow en
Its T. Lee spitting and I'm down with the

(Queen Pen):
Radio play just really 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 chat bat boy, I it
I figure you just wake up in the
And it on a nigga, you's the type of nigga
I standing at the bar
Have your thirsty ass waiting for my car
It's them lame chicks that it up for us
Runnin' around the club being a bag of
A child I got years in this
Holding down fort, real shit
Weed in fry talon dreads was rich
Ain't nothing since '86
We stopped transportin', start hits
Ghetto from the start, Queen

(Queen Pen):
For all the in the ghetto
holdin' there own
Rock the body, rock the body,
(Tracey Lee):
For all my out
in the club thugged out
Rock the body, rock the body,
(Queen Pen):
And if you know it's a fact
That we got back
the body, rock the body, rock
(Tracey Lee):
Ain't no
Queen and Tray Lee it out
the body, rock the body, rock

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

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

(Repeat 2 til end)