Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

R.O.C., we this rap shit
Memphis Bleek, we running rap shit
B. Mac, we this rap shit
Freeway, we run this rap
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
like bringing a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
Your chest in the line of fire witcha thin-ass
You bringing them II Men, HOW them boys gon' 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, better yet the
kidnap your babies, spit at your lady
We bring - knife to fistfight, kill drama
Uh, we you motherfucking ants with a sledgehammer
Don't let me do it to you dunny I overdo it
So you won't confuse it with just rap

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

I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold to crews
You little FUCK, I've got money bigger than you
When I was 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 believe you, you more people
Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the
Nobody could read you dudes we do
Don't let 'em gas you like is ass and won't clap you
Trust me on this one, detach you
from spirit, body from soul
They'll to hold a mass, put your body in a hole
No, you're not on my get your brakes tweaked
I what ya whole album sold in my first week
You don't want it with 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 when it happens it
O and Sparks, we running this rap
Freeway, we run this rap
and Neef, we running this rap shit
(Watch out! We run New York)

I know you all the, fame!
But along with celebrity comes bout shots to your brain
Nigga, you a, lame!
the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco ads
Went from, Nas to Esco's trash
Had a spark when you started but now just garbage
Fell 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 shine
That's why your, lame! come to a end
There's only so fake thugs can pretend
Nigga, you live it you witnessed it from your folks pad
You scribbled in your and created your life
I showed you first tec on tour with Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album your tec on your dresser
So I sampled your voice, you was using it wrong
You it a hot line, I made it a hot song
And you ain't get a corn nigga you was fucked and
I who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your, brain! You said you been in ten
I've been in it five, up Nas
Four in ten years nigga? I could divide
That's one let's say two, two of them shits was due
One was, no! The was "Illmatic"
That's a one hot every ten year average
And that's so, lame! Nigga switch up your
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 Summer Jam screen
you know who (who) did you know what (what)
With you know who (yeah) but just keep that me and you for now

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

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

A man told me don't argue with fools
Cause from a distance can't tell who is who
So stop with that childish shit, nigga I'm
Please leave it alone, don't throw rocks at the
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 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
make me expose to them folks that don't know you
Nigga I you well, all the stolen jewels
Twinkle toes you my heart
You fuck with me, go play somewhere, I'm busy
And all you other cats shots at Jigga
You only get half a bar, fuck niggas