Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

R.O.C., we running this rap
Bleek, we running this rap shit
B. Mac, we running this rap
Freeway, we run rap shit
Oh and Sparks, we running rap shit
Chris and Neef, we 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 of fire witcha thin-ass vest
You bringing them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon'
This is grown man B.I., get you in the triage
Bitch, your reach ain't enough, dunny
Your peeps strong enough, fucker
is the army, better yet the navy
Niggaz'll kidnap babies, spit at your lady
We bring - knife to fistfight, kill your
Uh, we kill you motherfucking ants a sledgehammer
Don't let me do it to you cause I overdo it
So you won't confuse it just rap music

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

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

R.O.C., we running rap shit
B. Sigel, we running this rap
M-Easy, we running this rap
Get zipped up in when it happens that's it
O and Sparks, we running rap shit
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 model for Karl ads
Went from, Nasty Nas to trash
Had a spark when you but now you're just garbage
from top ten to not mentioned at all
To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" better than yours
fact 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 so long fake thugs can pretend
Nigga, you ain't live it you it from your folks pad
You scribbled in notepad and created your life
I you your first tec on tour with Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout tec on your dresser
So yeah I sampled your voice, you was it wrong
You made it a hot line, I made it a hot
And you ain't get a corn you was getting fucked and
I know who I paid God, Publishing
Use your, brain! You said you in this ten
I've been in it five, up Nas
albums in ten years nigga? I could divide
That's one every let's say two, two of shits was due
One was, no! The was "Illmatic"
a one hot album every ten year average
And that's so, lame! Nigga switch up flow
Your is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?
(Get the outta here) You niggas gon' learn to respect the king
Don't be the next contestant on that Jam screen
Because you know who (who) did you know (what)
you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now

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

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

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