Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

R.O.C., we this rap shit
Memphis Bleek, we this rap shit
B. Mac, we running rap shit
Freeway, we run this rap
Oh and Sparks, we running 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 for why y'all
like bringing a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
Your chest in the line of witcha thin-ass vest
You bringing them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon'
is grown man B.I., get you rolled in the triage
Bitch, your ain't long enough, dunny
Your ain't strong enough, fucker
is the army, better yet the navy
Niggaz'll your babies, spit at your lady
We bring - knife to fistfight, your drama
Uh, we kill you motherfucking with a sledgehammer
Don't let me do it to you dunny I overdo it
So you won't it with just rap music

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

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

R.O.C., we running rap shit
B. Sigel, we running rap shit
M-Easy, we running rap shit
Get zipped up in when it happens that's it
O and Sparks, we running this rap
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 comes seventy shots to your brain
Nigga, you a, lame!
the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco ads
Went from, Nasty Nas to trash
Had a spark when you started but now you're garbage
Fell top ten to not mentioned at all
To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" better than yours
Matter fact you had the flow on the whole fuckin song
But I - the sun don't shine, then son don't shine
That's why your, lame! Career to a end
There's only so long fake thugs can
Nigga, you ain't live it you witnessed it from your pad
You scribbled in notepad and created your life
I showed you first tec on tour with Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) I heard your album 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 get a corn nigga you was getting fucked and
I who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your, brain! You you been in this ten
I've in it five, smarten up Nas
albums in ten years nigga? 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 year
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' learn to respect the
Don't be the next contestant on that Jam screen
Because you who (who) did you know what (what)
you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now

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

Freeway, we run rap shit
O & Sparks, we running this rap
& Neef, we running this rap shit
(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, nigga I'm
leave it alone, don't throw rocks at the throne
Do not bark up that tree, tree will fall on you
I don't know why your 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 be finished
You are not deep, you your bed now sleep
Don't me expose to them folks that don't know you
Nigga I you well, all the stolen jewels
toes you breaking my heart
You can't fuck me, go play somewhere, I'm busy
And all you other cats throwing shots at
You only get half a bar, y'all niggas