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 in the ghetto
That's holdin' own
the body
(Tracey Lee):
For all my out
in the club thugged out
Rock the
(Queen Pen):
And if you know that a fact
That we got back
Rock the
(Tracey Lee):
no doubt
Queen and Lee turn it out
Rock the

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

(Queen Pen):
Radio play just really my chances
With big niggaz holdin' legal finances
Ghetto just about the whole of my life
Got eyes in the back of my 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 ass waiting for my car tomorrow
them lame chicks that fuck it up for us
Runnin' around the being a bag of darts
A bonafide child I got in this
Holding down fort, real shit
Weed in fry talon dreads was rich
Ain't nothing since '86
We stopped transportin', start making
Ghetto from the start, 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, the body, rock
(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 Lee turn it out
Rock the body, rock the body,

(Queen Pen):
talk shit on the regular
And those be the that's sweatin' y'all
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
yo ass up like my baby father
I said your ass up like my baby father

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

(Repeat 2 til end)