Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

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

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

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

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

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

I you missing all the, fame!
But with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your brain
Nigga, you a, lame!
Youse the fag for Karl Kani/Esco ads
Went from, Nasty Nas to trash
Had a spark when you started but now you're garbage
from top ten to not mentioned at all
To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" better than yours
Matter you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song
But I know - the sun don't shine, then son don't
That's why your, lame! Career to a end
There's only so long thugs can pretend
Nigga, you ain't it you witnessed it from your folks pad
You in your notepad and created your life
I you your first tec on tour with Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your bout your tec on your dresser
So I sampled your voice, you was using it wrong
You made it a hot line, I made it a hot
And you ain't get a corn nigga you was fucked and
I know who I paid God, Serchlite
Use your, brain! You said you been in ten
been in it five, smarten up Nas
Four albums in ten years nigga? I could
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 every ten average
And that's so, lame! Nigga up your flow
Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick
(Get the fuck outta here) You niggas learn to respect the king
Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam
Because you know who (who) did you what (what)
With you know who (yeah) but just that between me and you for now

R.O.C., we running this rap
M-Easy, we running rap shit
The Broad Street Bully, we running rap shit
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 argue fools
Cause people from a distance can't who is who
So stop that childish shit, nigga I'm grown
Please leave it alone, don't throw at the throne
Do not bark up tree, that tree will fall on you
I know why your advisors ain't forewarn you
Please, not Jay, he's, not for
I don't a minute, all that thug rapping and gimmicks
I will end it, all that yapping be
You are not deep, you made your bed now
Don't make me to them folks that don't know you
I know you well, all the stolen jewels
Twinkle toes you breaking my
You fuck with me, go play somewhere, I'm busy
And all you other cats shots at Jigga
You only get half a bar, y'all niggas