Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Call

In the 2000...
{M-O-P} bangin
Squad!}
{The generation...}
Hey, hey, hey, hey
All let me brake it down one for time for you
You
Yo Primo hold me down son, 'cause we ain't playin no motherfuckin

Fame]
Fuck the Coast, this is N.Y., N.Y.
N-I-N-E, niggas M-I-A
And I spray a, it's Fizzy truck
don't get in my way
Fuck the faces, I leave your body for the homicide to trace
along with the shell aces
Holler if you me
I turn head into a skeleton skull
And leave it if you hear me
I keep it funky, me son
I rock my Timb's untied, I don't to run
Niggas see Lil' Fame creep the back street
With my ass whoopa in the back-seat
What the fuck is this? Van Damme flick, that's cute
But I'm hear to fuck up day do
Yes (yes) yes (yes) yo
I step to my to brown face and start clippin

[Chorus: M.O.P. &
International, bell ringer, bringer
Downtown swinga, SS Thousand, my index
We here with the whole squad, First empire
Fizzy Womack (clack-clack) reportin for Roll
International, bell ringer, bringer
swinga, SS Thousand, my index finger
We here with the whole squad, Family empire
Bert Dog (Bucka-Blaow) reportin for Call

[Billy
Yo, what if I you, will you stand?
B-I-Double (Danze)
with a vengeance, listen Mr. Simmer
Before I throw copper through the back of your skimmer
Y'all niggas remember, (M-O-P) what it's goin be
Just make it loud and
Come nigga, I can't hear nigga
I'm in one ear nigga (yeah nigga)
You cowards are pathetic, if you if I'm sympathetic
Don't bet it, you give me a little credit
I grew up where equivalent to none (none)
Wit in my palm (palm), I walk wit my arms (arms)
Hellerin marksmen (uh-huh), in the and the punks sparkin & barkin
At ease soldier, the untouchable type, that you like
We burn pipes, over

[Lil'
I rip ya on a Nagamichi system
Nigga feel me, I want my
Straight the tunes of Makaveli
Headed to kid, bumpin some mean shit
Bumps on the side of me, smokin some green shit
(First Faaaaaaam) Feel the son
We heavy metal, your love? (Ghetto prisoners)
Racka (bung-bung) (bung-bung) rrrrrrrrrrrrracka, motherfucker

Danze]
Aiyo we by the code of the streets
wit our peeps
Since it's hard to eat, we sleep
I put my life on the line every of the way
It's for a good (for you and yours) of course
Okay, now that we establish
where the fuck that money at
I you got it, and I want it Jack
Just me half of that
Take the other half and get yourself another
And be back for that