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 rap shit
Oh and Sparks, we this rap shit
and Neef, we running this 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 reach ain't long enough,
Your ain't strong enough, fucker
is the army, better yet the navy
Niggaz'll kidnap your babies, spit at lady
We - knife to fistfight, kill your drama
Uh, we kill you motherfucking ants with a
Don't let me do it to you cause I overdo it
So you won't confuse it with just rap

R.O.C., we running rap shit
M-Easy, we running 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 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, got money stacks bigger than you
I was pushing weight, back in eighty-eight
You was a ballerina I got pictures I seen ya
you dropped "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 Jigga is ass and won't you
Trust me on this one, detach you
Mind from spirit, from soul
They'll have to hold a mass, put your in a hole
No, you're not on my get your brakes tweaked
I sold ya whole album sold in my first week
You guys don't 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 plastic when it happens it
O and Sparks, we this rap shit
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 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 Esco's
Had a spark when you started but now you're just
Fell from top ten to not at all
To bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours
Matter fact you had the worst flow on the fuckin song
But I know - the sun don't shine, then son don't
That's why your, lame! come to a end
There's so long 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 your first tec on tour Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout your tec on your
So yeah I sampled your voice, you was using it
You made it a hot line, I it a hot song
And you ain't get a corn nigga you was fucked and
I know who I paid God, Serchlite
Use your, brain! You said you been in ten
I've in it five, smarten up Nas
Four albums in ten years nigga? I could
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 Summer Jam screen
Because you 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 running this rap
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 rap shit
O & Sparks, we running this rap
Chris & Neef, we running this rap
(Watch out! We run New York)

A wise man me don't argue with fools
Cause from a distance can't tell who is who
So with that childish shit, nigga I'm grown
Please it alone, don't throw rocks at the throne
Do not up that tree, that tree 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 rapping and
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 know you well, all the stolen
Twinkle toes you breaking my
You can't fuck with me, go somewhere, I'm busy
And all you other cats throwing at Jigga
You only get a bar, fuck y'all niggas