Luyện nghe bài hát Rock The Body

(Tracey Lee):
Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah,
For the '98 is how we do
Queen Pen y'all, Lee y'all
on y'all, D-dot y'all
on

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

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

(Queen Pen):
Radio play just really my chances
With big time holdin' legal finances
star just about the whole of my life
Got in the back of my head like mice
With ya bat boy, I lived it
I figure you wake up in the morning
And blamed it on a nigga, you's the of nigga
I standing at the bar
Have your thirsty ass for my car tomorrow
It's lame chicks that fuck it up for us
Runnin' around the club a bag of darts
A bonafide child I got years in
Holding down fort, real Brooklyn
Weed rolled in fry talon was rich
Ain't changed since '86
We stopped transportin', start hits
Ghetto 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
in the club thugged out
Rock the body, the body, rock
(Queen Pen):
And if you know that a fact
we got your back
Rock the body, the body, rock
(Tracey Lee):
no doubt
Queen and Tray Lee it out
Rock the body, the body, rock

(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
Tell me why windows shot wit bags of
Jack yo ass up like my baby
I said your ass up like my baby father

(Tracey Lee):
When Tray Lee come through it's time
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' y'all
Me and Pen find us at the bar schemin'
I still owe dough, so who I gotta get to even
RNF niggaz who live for the
Still drinkin', hey still leaving the club with
They us on Keenan
You with pros, goddamn
of the game turning cats into what happen to's
Like Brains, ain't change
Still spit on, still ride that I get on
Still be in the club Timbs on
Raw dog forever, I got for all y'all

(Repeat 2 til end)