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

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

(Queen Pen):
Radio play just advances my chances
With big time holdin' legal finances
Ghetto star just about the of my life
Got eyes in the back of my head mice
With ya chat bat boy, I it
I figure you wake up in the morning
And it on a nigga, you's 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 club being a bag of
A bonafide child I got years in
Holding fort, real Brooklyn shit
Weed rolled in fry dreads was rich
Ain't changed since '86
We transportin', start making hits
from the start, Queen represent

(Queen Pen):
For all the honeys in the
That's there own
Rock the body, rock the body,
(Tracey Lee):
For all my out
Dogs in the thugged out
Rock the body, rock the body,
(Queen Pen):
And if you that it's a fact
That we got your
Rock the body, the body, rock
(Tracey Lee):
no doubt
Queen and Tray Lee it out
the body, rock the body, rock

(Queen Pen):
Niggaz talk on the regular
And be the one's that's sweatin' y'all
Whether east or west D ya
Tray Lee and the Queen Pen
If it's not real boo then why
Tell me why windows shot wit bags of
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 ain't a party you spark a dime
Y'all can hate but I'm a still 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 niggaz who for the weekend
drinkin', hey still leaving the club with hoes
They us on Keenan
You dealin' with pros,
Future of the game cats into what happen to's
Brains, Tray ain't change
Still spit on, 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)