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 honeys in the
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 a fact
we got your back
Rock the
(Tracey Lee):
Ain't no
Queen and Tray Lee it out
the body

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

(Queen Pen):
Radio play just really advances my
With big niggaz 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 it on a nigga, you's the type of nigga
I standing at the bar
your thirsty ass waiting for my car tomorrow
It's them chicks that fuck it up for us
Runnin' the club being a bag of darts
A bonafide I got years in this
Holding fort, real Brooklyn shit
rolled in fry talon dreads was rich
Ain't nothing since '86
We stopped transportin', start making
Ghetto the start, Queen represent

(Queen Pen):
For all the in the ghetto
holdin' 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 that it's a
That we got your
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):
Niggaz shit on the regular
And those be the that's sweatin' y'all
east or west D servin' ya
Tray Lee and the Pen murderer
If it's not real boo then why
Tell me why windows shot wit bags of
Jack yo ass up like my father
I said your ass up like my baby father

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

(Repeat 2 til end)