Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

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

The takeover, the break's nigga
God MC, me,
Hey soldier you ain't ready for war
R.O.C. too strong for why
It's like 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 win?
This is grown man B.I., get you rolled in the
Bitch, your reach long enough, dunny
Your ain't 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 kill you motherfucking ants a sledgehammer
Don't let me do it to you dunny cause I it
So you won't confuse it with rap music

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

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

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

I know you all the, fame!
But with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your brain
Nigga, you a, lame!
Youse the fag model for Kani/Esco ads
Went from, Nasty Nas to trash
Had a spark when you started but now just garbage
Fell top ten to not mentioned at all
To bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours
Matter you had the worst 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 your notepad and created life
I showed you your first tec on tour Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) I heard your album bout your tec on your dresser
So yeah I your voice, you was using it wrong
You made it a hot line, I made it a hot
And you ain't get a corn nigga you was getting and
I know who I God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your, brain! You you been in this ten
I've in it five, smarten up Nas
Four 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 every ten average
And that's so, lame! Nigga switch up your
shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?
(Get the outta here) You niggas gon' learn to respect the king
be the next contestant on that Summer 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 this rap shit
M-Easy, we running this rap
The Broad Bully, we running this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic when it 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 told me don't argue with
people from a distance can't tell who is who
So stop that childish shit, nigga I'm grown
leave 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 your ain't forewarn you
Please, not Jay, he's, not for
I don't slack a minute, all thug rapping and gimmicks
I end it, all that yapping be finished
You are not deep, you your bed now sleep
Don't make me expose to them folks that know you
Nigga I you well, all the stolen jewels
Twinkle toes you my heart
You can't with me, go play somewhere, I'm busy
And all you cats throwing shots at Jigga
You get half a bar, fuck y'all niggas