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, y'all
on

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

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

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

(Queen Pen):
For all the honeys in the
That's 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
we got your back
Rock the body, rock the body,
(Tracey Lee):
no doubt
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
Lee and the Queen Pen murderer
If not real boo then why bother
Tell me why windows shot wit bags of
Jack yo ass up like my baby
I said jack ass up like my baby father

(Tracey Lee):
When Lee come through 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
got the steel by the waist runnin' through y'all
Me and Pen find 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 dealin' with pros,
Future of the game turning cats into what to's
Like Brains, Tray change
spit 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)