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
Dogs in the thugged out
Rock the
(Queen Pen):
And if you know that a fact
That we got back
the body
(Tracey Lee):
Ain't no
and Tray Lee turn it out
Rock the

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

(Queen Pen):
Radio play just really my chances
With big time holdin' legal finances
Ghetto star just about the of my life
Got eyes in the of my head like mice
ya chat 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 leave at the bar
your thirsty ass waiting for my car tomorrow
It's them chicks that fuck it up for us
Runnin' around the club a bag of darts
A child I got years in this
Holding down fort, real Brooklyn
Weed rolled in fry talon dreads was
Ain't changed since '86
We stopped transportin', start hits
from the start, Queen represent

(Queen Pen):
For all the honeys in the
holdin' there own
Rock the body, the body, rock
(Tracey Lee):
For all my out
Dogs in the club out
the body, rock the body, rock
(Queen Pen):
And if you know that a fact
That we got your
the body, rock the body, rock
(Tracey Lee):
Ain't no
and Tray Lee turn it out
Rock the body, the body, rock

(Queen Pen):
Niggaz talk on the regular
And those be the one's sweatin' y'all
Whether east or west D ya
Tray Lee and the Pen murderer
If it's not boo then why bother
me why windows shot wit bags of copper
Jack yo ass up like my father
I jack your ass up like my baby father

(Tracey Lee):
When Tray Lee 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
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 for the weekend
Still drinkin', hey leaving the club with hoes
They seen us on
You dealin' pros, goddamn
Future of the game turning into what happen 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 something for all

(Repeat 2 til end)