Luyện nghe bài hát Rock The Body

(Tracey Lee):
Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah,
For the '98 is how we do
Pen y'all, Tray Lee y'all
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 a fact
That we got your
Rock the
(Tracey Lee):
Ain't no
Queen and Lee turn it out
the body

:
(Tracey Lee):
Lyrically I spray y'all, it's y'all
Slay y'all niggaz it ain't hard to me
y'all niggaz like A.C.
Stay armed in case these cats want to 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 and I'm down with the Queen

(Queen Pen):
Radio play really advances my chances
With big time niggaz holdin' legal
Ghetto just about the whole of my life
Got in the back of my head like mice
ya chat bat boy, I lived it
I figure you wake up in the morning
And blamed it on a nigga, you's the type of
I leave at the bar
Have your ass waiting for my car tomorrow
It's them lame chicks fuck it up for us
around the club being a bag of darts
A bonafide child I got in this
Holding fort, real Brooklyn shit
Weed rolled in fry dreads was rich
Ain't nothing changed '86
We stopped transportin', start making
from the start, Queen represent

(Queen Pen):
For all the honeys in the
holdin' there own
Rock the body, the body, rock
(Tracey Lee):
For all my out
Dogs in the club out
Rock the body, rock the body,
(Queen Pen):
And if you that it's a fact
That we got your
the body, rock the body, rock
(Tracey Lee):
Ain't no
Queen and Lee turn 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
east or west D servin' ya
Tray Lee and the Pen murderer
If it's not boo then why bother
me why windows shot wit bags of copper
Jack yo ass up like my father
I jack your ass up like my baby father

(Tracey Lee):
When Tray Lee come through it's party
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' through
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
Still drinkin', hey still leaving the club with
They us on Keenan
You dealin' with pros,
Future of the game turning cats what happen to's
Brains, Tray ain't change
Still spit on, still everything that I get on
be in the club with Timbs on
Raw dog forever, I got something for all

(Repeat 2 til end)