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
Rock on y'all, D-dot
on

(Queen Pen):
For all the in the ghetto
That's holdin' 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
we got your back
Rock the
(Tracey Lee):
Ain't no
Queen and Lee turn it out
the body

:
(Tracey Lee):
Lyrically I spray y'all, Tray y'all
Slay y'all niggaz it hard to face me
Break y'all niggaz A.C.
Stay in case these cats want to hate on me
or be killed, I'm God-sent
My calling shit bounce 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 really advances my
big time niggaz holdin' legal finances
Ghetto star just the whole of my life
Got eyes in the back of my head 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 type of
I standing 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 years in
Holding fort, real Brooklyn shit
Weed in fry talon dreads was rich
Ain't nothing changed '86
We stopped transportin', start making
from the start, Queen represent

(Queen Pen):
For all the in the ghetto
That's holdin' own
Rock the body, rock the body,
(Tracey Lee):
For all my out
Dogs in the thugged out
Rock the body, the body, rock
(Queen Pen):
And if you know that a fact
That we got 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):
Niggaz shit on the regular
And those be the one's that's sweatin'
east or west D servin' ya
Tray Lee and the Queen Pen
If it's not boo then why bother
me why windows shot wit bags of copper
Jack yo ass up my baby father
I said jack your ass up my baby father

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

(Repeat 2 til end)