Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

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

The takeover, the over nigga
God MC, me,
Hey lil' soldier you ready for war
R.O.C. too strong for why
It's like bringing a to a gunfight, pen to a test
Your chest in the of fire witcha thin-ass vest
You bringing Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon' win?
is grown man B.I., get you rolled in the triage
Bitch, reach ain't long enough, dunny
Your peeps ain't strong enough,
is the army, better yet the navy
Niggaz'll your babies, spit at your lady
We bring - knife to fistfight, kill your
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 rap music

R.O.C., we running rap shit
M-Easy, we running rap shit
The Broad Street Bully, we running this rap
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens it
Freeway, we run rap shit
O and Sparks, we running this rap
Chris and Neef, we running this rap
(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, in eighty-eight
You was a I got your pictures I seen ya
you dropped "Shook Ones," switch your demeanor
Well, we don't believe you, you more people
Roc-A-Fella, of the game, we passed the classes
Nobody read you dudes like we do
let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't clap you
Trust me on this one, I'll you
Mind from spirit, body from
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 sold in my first
You guys don't want it Hov'
Ask Nas, he don't want it Hov', no!

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

I know you all the, fame!
But along with celebrity comes seventy shots to your brain
Nigga, you a, lame!
Youse the fag for Karl Kani/Esco ads
Went from, Nasty Nas to trash
Had a spark when you started but now you're just
Fell from top ten to not at all
To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse than yours
fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song
But I - the sun don't shine, then son don't shine
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 notepad and created your life
I showed you your tec on tour with Large Professor
(Me, who!) Then I heard your album bout your tec on your dresser
So yeah I sampled your voice, you was using it
You made it a hot line, I made it a hot
And you ain't get a nigga you was getting fucked and
I know who I paid God, Serchlite
Use your, brain! You said you 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 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
Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick
(Get the fuck outta here) You niggas gon' to respect the king
Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam
Because you know who (who) did you what (what)
With you know who (yeah) but just that between me and you for now

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

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

A wise man me don't argue with fools
Cause people from a distance tell who is who
So stop with childish shit, nigga I'm grown
Please leave it alone, don't throw at the throne
Do not bark up tree, that tree will fall 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 end it, all that yapping be finished
You are not deep, you made your bed now
Don't make me expose to them folks don't know you
Nigga I know you well, all the jewels
Twinkle toes you my heart
You can't fuck with me, go somewhere, I'm busy
And all you other cats throwing shots at
You only get half a bar, fuck niggas