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
Rock on y'all, D-dot
on

(Queen Pen):
For all the in the ghetto
That's holdin' own
the body
(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 Lee turn it out
Rock the

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

(Queen Pen):
play just really advances my chances
With big time holdin' legal finances
Ghetto star just about the of my life
Got eyes in the back of my like mice
With ya chat bat boy, I it
I figure you wake up in the morning
And blamed it on a nigga, the type of nigga
I leave at the bar
your thirsty ass waiting for my car tomorrow
It's lame chicks that fuck it up for us
around the club being a bag of darts
A bonafide I got years in this
down fort, real Brooklyn shit
Weed rolled in fry 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
holdin' there own
Rock the body, rock the body,
(Tracey Lee):
For all my out
Dogs in the club out
the body, rock the body, rock
(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
Rock the body, rock the body,

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

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

(Repeat 2 til end)