Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Call

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

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

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

[Billy
Yo, if I leave you, will you stand?
L-Y-D-A-N-Z-E (Danze)
Back a vengeance, listen Mr. Simmer
Before I copper tops through the back of your skimmer
Y'all niggas remember, 1-9-9-3 (M-O-P) it's goin be
Just it loud and clear
Come here nigga, I can't hear
I'm in one ear nigga (yeah nigga)
You cowards are pathetic, if you if I'm sympathetic
Don't bet it, you should give me a credit
I grew up where equivalent to none (none)
Wit blood in my palm (palm), I wit my arms (arms)
Hellerin marksmen (uh-huh), in the and the punks sparkin & barkin
At soldier, it's the untouchable type, that you like
We burn pipes, it's

[Lil'
I rip ya on a Nagamichi system
feel me, I want my goons
Straight bumpin the of Makaveli
Headed to Queens kid, bumpin mean shit
Bumps thumps on the of me, smokin some green shit
(First Faaaaaaam) the premonition son
We heavy metal, what's your (Ghetto prisoners)
Racka (bung-bung) (bung-bung) rrrrrrrrrrrrracka, motherfucker

[Billy
Aiyo we live by the code of the
Move wit our
Since hard to eat, we hardly sleep
I put my on the line every step of the way
for a good cause (for you and yours) of course
Okay, now that we that
Nigga where the fuck that at
I know you got it, and I it Jack
Just give me half of
the other half and get yourself another pack
And I'll be for that