Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

R.O.C., we this rap shit
Memphis Bleek, we this rap shit
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 over 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 line of fire witcha thin-ass
You them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon' win?
is grown man B.I., get you rolled in the triage
Bitch, your reach ain't enough, dunny
Your peeps ain't enough, fucker
Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the
kidnap your babies, spit at your lady
We bring - to fistfight, kill your drama
Uh, we kill you motherfucking ants with a
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 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 and Sparks, we this rap shit
and Neef, we running this 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 money bigger than you
When I was pushing weight, back in
You was a I got your pictures I seen ya
Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch demeanor
Well, we believe you, you need more people
Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the
Nobody read you dudes like we do
Don't let 'em gas you Jigga is ass and won't clap you
Trust me on this one, I'll you
from spirit, body from soul
They'll have to a mass, put your body in a hole
No, you're not on my get your brakes tweaked
I sold what ya whole album in my first week
You guys don't want it 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 rap shit
Get up in plastic when it happens that's it
O and Sparks, we this rap shit
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 along with celebrity comes seventy shots to your brain
Nigga, you a, lame!
Youse the fag for Karl Kani/Esco ads
from, Nasty Nas to Esco's trash
Had a when you started but now you're just garbage
from top ten to not mentioned at all
To your "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours
Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole song
But I know - the sun don't shine, then son shine
why your, lame! Career come to a end
There's only so long fake thugs can
Nigga, you ain't it you witnessed it from your folks pad
You scribbled in your notepad and created your
I showed you your first tec on tour 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 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 in this ten
been in it five, smarten up Nas
Four albums in ten 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 so, lame! Nigga switch up your flow
Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick
(Get the fuck outta here) You niggas gon' to respect the king
be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen
Because you who (who) did you know what (what)
With you who (yeah) but just keep 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 it happens that's it

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

A wise man told me don't with fools
people from a distance can't tell who is who
So stop with that 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 your advisors ain't you
Please, not Jay, he's, not for
I slack a minute, all that thug rapping and gimmicks
I will end it, all that yapping be
You are not deep, you made your bed now
Don't make me expose to them that don't know you
I know you well, all the stolen jewels
Twinkle toes you my heart
You can't fuck with me, go play somewhere, I'm
And all you cats throwing shots at Jigga
You only get half a bar, y'all niggas