Luyện nghe bài hát Rock The Body

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

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

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

(Queen Pen):
Radio play just really advances my
With big niggaz holdin' legal finances
Ghetto star about the whole of my life
Got eyes in the back of my like mice
With ya chat bat boy, I it
I figure you just up in the morning
And blamed it on a nigga, you's the type of
I leave at the bar
Have your thirsty ass waiting for my car
It's them lame chicks that it up for us
Runnin' around the being a bag of darts
A child I got years in this
Holding fort, real Brooklyn shit
Weed rolled in fry talon was rich
Ain't nothing changed '86
We stopped transportin', start hits
Ghetto from the start, represent

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

(Queen Pen):
Niggaz talk on the regular
And those be the one's that's y'all
Whether or west D servin' ya
Lee and the Queen Pen murderer
If it's not real boo then why
Tell me why windows shot wit bags of
yo ass up like my baby father
I said jack ass up like my baby father

(Tracey Lee):
When Tray Lee come it's party time
But a party a party till you spark a dime
Y'all can but I'm a still make ass shake
Still got the steel by the waist through y'all
Me and Pen find us at the bar schemin'
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' with pros,
Future of the game turning cats what happen to's
Brains, Tray ain't change
Still spit on, 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)