Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

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

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

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

I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to
You little FUCK, got money stacks bigger than you
When I was pushing weight, back in
You was a ballerina I got pictures I seen ya
Then you "Shook Ones," switch your demeanor
Well, we don't believe you, you need people
Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we the classes
Nobody could read you dudes we do
Don't let 'em gas you like 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, you're not on my level get brakes tweaked
I sold what ya album sold in my first week
You guys don't want it with
Ask Nas, he don't want it Hov', no!

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

I you missing all the, fame!
But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to 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" verse better yours
Matter fact you had the flow on the whole fuckin song
But I know - the sun shine, then son don't shine
why your, lame! Career come to a end
There's so long fake thugs can pretend
Nigga, you ain't live it you witnessed it from folks pad
You scribbled in your notepad and your life
I showed you your first tec on tour with Large
(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout your tec on dresser
So yeah I sampled your voice, you was it wrong
You made it a hot line, I it a hot song
And you ain't get a corn nigga you was getting and
I know who I God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your, brain! You said you been in ten
I've in it five, smarten up Nas
albums in ten years nigga? I could divide
That's one every 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! switch up your flow
shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?
(Get the fuck outta here) You niggas gon' to respect the king
Don't be the contestant on that Summer Jam screen
Because you know who (who) did you what (what)
With you know who (yeah) but just keep that me and you for now

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

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

A wise man told me don't argue with
Cause people from a can't tell who is who
So with that childish shit, nigga I'm grown
Please it alone, don't throw rocks at the throne
Do not bark up tree, that tree will fall on you
I don't know why advisors 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 your bed now sleep
Don't make me expose to them folks that 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 cats throwing shots at Jigga
You only get half a bar, y'all niggas