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
holdin' there own
Rock the
(Tracey Lee):
For all my out
Dogs in the 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, it's Tray
Slay y'all niggaz it ain't to face me
Break y'all like A.C.
Stay armed in case these want to hate on me
Kill or be killed, I'm
My making shit bounce like Spaulding
know cuevo mke Tray flow en fuego
Its T. Lee spitting and I'm with the Queen

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

(Queen Pen):
For all the honeys in the
That's holdin' own
Rock the body, 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
That we got your
Rock the body, rock the body,
(Tracey Lee):
Ain't no
Queen and Tray Lee it out
Rock the body, rock the body,

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

(Tracey Lee):
When Lee come through it's party time
But a party ain't a party till you spark a
Y'all can hate but I'm a make ass shake
Still got the by the waist runnin' through y'all
Me and Queen Pen find us at the bar
I still owe dough, so who I get to break even
RNF niggaz who live for the
Still drinkin', hey still leaving the club hoes
They us on Keenan
You dealin' with pros,
Future of the turning cats into what happen to's
Like Brains, ain't change
Still spit on, still ride that I get on
be in the club with Timbs on
Raw dog forever, I got for all y'all

(Repeat 2 til end)