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
on y'all, D-dot y'all
on

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

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

(Queen Pen):
Radio play just really advances my
With big time holdin' legal finances
Ghetto star just about the whole of my
Got eyes in the back of my head mice
With ya chat bat boy, I it
I figure you wake up in the morning
And blamed it on a nigga, you's the of nigga
I standing at the bar
Have your ass waiting for my car tomorrow
It's them chicks that fuck it up for us
Runnin' the club being a bag of darts
A bonafide I got years in this
down fort, real Brooklyn shit
Weed rolled in fry talon dreads was
Ain't nothing since '86
We stopped transportin', making hits
from the start, Queen 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
Dogs in the thugged out
Rock the body, the body, rock
(Queen Pen):
And if you know it's a fact
That we got your
the body, rock the body, rock
(Tracey Lee):
Ain't no
and Tray Lee turn it out
Rock the body, rock the body,

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

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

(Repeat 2 til end)