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 honeys in the
holdin' there own
Rock the
(Tracey Lee):
For all my out
in the club thugged out
Rock the
(Queen Pen):
And if you know it's a fact
That we got back
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 y'all niggaz it ain't hard to 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 shit bounce like Spaulding
know cuevo mke Tray flow en fuego
Its T. Lee spitting and I'm down with the

(Queen Pen):
Radio play just really my chances
With big time niggaz holdin' legal
star just about the whole of my life
Got eyes in the back of my head like
With ya bat boy, I lived it
I you just wake up in the morning
And blamed it on a nigga, the type of nigga
I leave at the bar
Have your thirsty ass waiting for my car
them lame chicks that fuck it up for us
Runnin' around the club being a bag of
A bonafide child I got years in
Holding down fort, real Brooklyn
Weed rolled in fry talon was rich
nothing changed since '86
We transportin', start making hits
Ghetto from the start, Queen

(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 thugged out
Rock the body, rock the body,
(Queen Pen):
And if you know it's a fact
That we got back
the body, rock the body, rock
(Tracey Lee):
Ain't no
Queen and Tray Lee it out
the body, rock 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 it's not real boo why bother
Tell me why shot wit bags of copper
Jack yo ass up like my baby
I jack your 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 make ass
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 live for the
Still drinkin', hey still leaving the club with
They us on Keenan
You dealin' with pros,
Future of the game turning cats into what to's
Like Brains, Tray change
Still spit on, still ride everything I get on
Still be in the club Timbs on
Raw dog forever, I got something for all

(Repeat 2 til end)