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, D-dot
on

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

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

(Queen Pen):
play just really advances my chances
With big time holdin' legal finances
Ghetto just about the whole 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 blamed it on a nigga, the type of nigga
I leave at the bar
your thirsty ass waiting for my car tomorrow
It's them chicks that fuck it up for us
around the club being a bag of darts
A bonafide child I got years in
Holding down fort, real Brooklyn
Weed rolled in fry talon was rich
nothing changed since '86
We stopped transportin', making hits
Ghetto from the start, Queen

(Queen Pen):
For all the honeys in the
That's there own
the body, rock the body, rock
(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
Rock the body, rock the body,
(Tracey Lee):
Ain't no
Queen and Lee turn it out
Rock the body, the body, rock

(Queen Pen):
Niggaz shit on the regular
And those be the one's that's sweatin'
Whether or west D servin' ya
Tray Lee and the Pen murderer
If it's not boo then why bother
Tell me why windows shot wit bags of
Jack yo ass up like my baby
I said your 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 hate but I'm a still ass shake
Still got the steel by the waist runnin' y'all
Me and Queen Pen us at the bar schemin'
I still owe dough, so who I get to break even
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 cats what happen to's
Like Brains, ain't change
Still on, still ride everything that I get on
Still be in the club Timbs on
Raw dog forever, I got something for all

(Repeat 2 til end)