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
Rock the
(Tracey Lee):
no doubt
Queen and Lee turn it out
the body

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

(Queen Pen):
play just really advances my chances
With big time niggaz legal finances
Ghetto just about the whole of my life
Got eyes in the of my head like mice
With ya bat boy, I lived it
I figure you wake up in the morning
And blamed it on a nigga, the type of nigga
I standing at the bar
Have your ass waiting for my car tomorrow
It's lame chicks that fuck it up for us
Runnin' around the being a bag of darts
A child I got years in this
Holding down fort, Brooklyn shit
Weed rolled in fry dreads was rich
nothing changed since '86
We transportin', start making hits
Ghetto the start, Queen represent

(Queen Pen):
For all the in the ghetto
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 that it's a
we got your back
Rock the body, rock the body,
(Tracey Lee):
Ain't no
Queen and Tray Lee it out
Rock the body, the body, rock

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

(Tracey Lee):
When Lee come through it's party time
But a party ain't a party 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 Queen Pen 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 leaving the club with hoes
seen us on Keenan
You dealin' pros, goddamn
Future of the game turning cats into what happen
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 something for all

(Repeat 2 til end)