Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

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

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

R.O.C., we this rap shit
M-Easy, we running rap shit
The Street Bully, we running this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic when it that's it
Freeway, we run rap shit
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 triggers to crews
You little FUCK, got money stacks bigger than you
I was pushing weight, back in eighty-eight
You was a ballerina I got pictures I seen ya
Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch demeanor
Well, we believe you, you need more people
Roc-A-Fella, of the game, we passed the classes
Nobody read you dudes like we do
Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't you
Trust me on one, I'll detach you
from spirit, body from soul
They'll to hold a mass, put your body in a hole
No, you're not on my get your brakes tweaked
I sold what ya album sold in my first week
You guys want it with Hov'
Ask Nas, he don't want it Hov', no!

R.O.C., we this rap shit
B. Sigel, we running rap shit
M-Easy, we running rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic when it that's it
O and Sparks, we running rap shit
Freeway, we run rap shit
Chris and Neef, we running this rap
(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 for Karl Kani/Esco ads
Went from, Nas to Esco's trash
Had a spark when you started but now just garbage
Fell from top ten to not at all
To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than
Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin
But I know - the sun don't shine, then son don't
why your, lame! Career come to a end
There's only so long fake can pretend
Nigga, you ain't live it you it from your folks pad
You scribbled in your notepad and created your
I you your first tec on tour with Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) Then I heard 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 in it five, smarten up Nas
Four albums in ten years I could divide
That's one every let's say two, two of them was due
One was, no! The was "Illmatic"
That's a one hot album every ten average
And that's so, lame! switch up your flow
Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick
(Get the fuck outta here) You gon' learn to respect the king
Don't be the next contestant on that Jam screen
Because you know who (who) did you what (what)
With you know who (yeah) but just keep between me and you for now

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

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

A wise man me don't argue with fools
Cause people from a distance can't who is who
So stop with that shit, nigga I'm grown
Please it alone, don't throw rocks at the throne
Do not up that tree, that tree will fall on you
I don't why your advisors ain't forewarn you
Please, not Jay, he's, not for
I don't slack a minute, all 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 that don't know you
Nigga I you well, all the stolen jewels
toes you breaking my heart
You can't fuck with me, go somewhere, I'm busy
And all you other cats throwing shots at
You get half a bar, fuck y'all niggas