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 this rap
Oh and Sparks, we running rap shit
and Neef, we running this 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
like bringing a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
Your chest in the line of fire thin-ass vest
You bringing them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys win?
This is man B.I., get you rolled in the triage
Bitch, reach ain't long enough, dunny
Your ain't strong enough, fucker
Roc-A-Fella is the army, yet the navy
kidnap your babies, spit at your lady
We bring - knife to fistfight, kill drama
Uh, we kill you motherfucking with a sledgehammer
Don't let me do it to you cause I overdo it
So you won't confuse it with just rap

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 it happens that's it
Freeway, we run this rap
O and Sparks, we this rap shit
Chris and Neef, we running this rap
(Watch out! We run New York)

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

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

I you missing all the, fame!
But along with celebrity 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 you started but now you're just 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 shine
why your, lame! Career come to a end
There's only so fake thugs can pretend
Nigga, you ain't live it you witnessed it from folks pad
You scribbled in your notepad and created your
I showed you your first tec on tour with Large
(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your bout your tec on your dresser
So yeah I your voice, you was using it wrong
You made it a hot line, I it a hot song
And you ain't get a corn nigga you was fucked and
I know who I paid God, Publishing
Use your, brain! You said you in this ten
been in it five, smarten up Nas
Four albums in ten years nigga? I could
one every let's say two, two of them shits was due
One was, no! The was "Illmatic"
That's a one hot album every ten year
And that's so, lame! switch up your flow
Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick
(Get the fuck outta here) You niggas gon' learn to the king
Don't be the next on that Summer Jam screen
Because you know who (who) did you know (what)
With you know who (yeah) but just keep 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 it happens that's it

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

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