Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

R.O.C., we running this rap
Memphis Bleek, we running this rap
B. Mac, we running rap shit
Freeway, we run rap shit
Oh and Sparks, we running this rap
and Neef, we running this rap shit

The takeover, the over nigga
God MC, me,
Hey soldier you ain't ready for war
R.O.C. too for why y'all
It's bringing a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
Your chest in the line of witcha thin-ass vest
You bringing them Boyz II Men, HOW boys gon' win?
This is man B.I., get you rolled in the triage
Bitch, your reach ain't long enough,
Your peeps strong enough, fucker
Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the
Niggaz'll kidnap babies, spit at your lady
We bring - to fistfight, kill your drama
Uh, we kill you motherfucking with a sledgehammer
Don't let me do it to you dunny I overdo it
So you won't it with just rap music

R.O.C., we running rap shit
M-Easy, we running rap shit
The Street Bully, we running this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens it
Freeway, we run rap shit
O and Sparks, we running rap shit
Chris and Neef, we running this rap
(Watch out! We run New York)

I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold to crews
You FUCK, I've got money stacks bigger than you
When I was pushing weight, back in
You was a I got your pictures I seen ya
Then you dropped "Shook Ones," your demeanor
Well, we don't believe you, you need more
Roc-A-Fella, of the game, we passed the classes
Nobody could you dudes like we do
Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and clap you
Trust me on one, I'll detach you
Mind from spirit, body soul
They'll to hold a mass, put your body in a hole
No, you're not on my level get your tweaked
I sold what ya whole sold in my first week
You guys want it with Hov'
Ask Nas, he don't want it Hov', no!

R.O.C., we running this rap
B. Sigel, we this rap shit
M-Easy, we running rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic it happens that's it
O and Sparks, we this rap shit
Freeway, we run this rap
Chris and Neef, we this rap shit
(Watch out! We run New York)

I know you all the, fame!
But along celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your brain
Nigga, you a, lame!
Youse the fag model for Karl ads
Went from, Nasty Nas to trash
Had a spark you started but now you're just garbage
Fell top ten to not mentioned at all
To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" better than yours
Matter fact you had the worst flow on the fuckin song
But I know - the sun don't shine, son don't shine
That's why your, lame! come to a end
There's only so long thugs can pretend
Nigga, you ain't live it you witnessed it your folks pad
You in your notepad and created your life
I showed you your first tec on tour Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) I heard your album bout your tec on your dresser
So I sampled your voice, you was using it wrong
You it a hot line, I made it a hot song
And you ain't get a nigga you was getting fucked and
I know who I paid God, Serchlite
Use your, brain! You you been in this ten
I've been in it five, up Nas
Four albums in ten years nigga? I divide
That's one let's say two, two of them shits was due
One was, no! The was "Illmatic"
That's a one hot album ten year average
And that's so, lame! Nigga up your flow
Your is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?
(Get the fuck outta here) You niggas learn to respect the king
Don't be the contestant on that Summer Jam screen
you know who (who) did you know what (what)
With you know who (yeah) but just that between me and you for now

R.O.C., we this rap shit
M-Easy, we this rap shit
The Broad Street Bully, we running this rap
Get zipped up in plastic when it that's it

Freeway, we run this rap
O & Sparks, we running rap shit
Chris & Neef, we this rap shit
(Watch out! We run New York)

A wise man told me don't with fools
Cause people a distance can't tell who is who
So stop with that shit, nigga I'm grown
Please leave it alone, throw rocks at the throne
Do not bark up tree, that tree will fall on you
I don't know why your ain't forewarn you
Please, not Jay, he's, not for
I slack a minute, all that thug rapping and gimmicks
I will end it, all that be finished
You are not deep, you made your bed now
Don't make me expose to them folks that don't you
Nigga I know you well, all the stolen
Twinkle you breaking my heart
You can't fuck with me, go play somewhere, I'm
And all you other throwing shots at Jigga
You only get half a bar, y'all niggas