Luyện nghe bài hát Rock The Body

(Tracey Lee):
Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah,
For the '98 is how we do
Queen Pen y'all, Tray Lee
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 thugged out
the body
(Queen Pen):
And if you know that it's a
That we got your
the body
(Tracey Lee):
Ain't no
Queen and Tray Lee it out
Rock the

:
(Tracey Lee):
Lyrically I y'all, it's Tray y'all
Slay y'all niggaz it hard to face me
Break y'all niggaz A.C.
Stay armed in case these want to hate on me
Kill or be killed, I'm
My calling making shit bounce Spaulding
Y'all know cuevo mke Tray en fuego
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 just about the whole of my life
Got eyes in the back of my head mice
With ya chat bat boy, I it
I you just wake up in the morning
And it on a nigga, you's the type of nigga
I leave at the bar
your thirsty ass waiting for my car tomorrow
It's them lame that fuck it up for us
Runnin' around the being a bag of darts
A bonafide child I got in this
down fort, real Brooklyn shit
Weed in fry talon dreads was rich
Ain't changed since '86
We stopped transportin', making hits
from the start, Queen represent

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

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

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

(Repeat 2 til end)