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 this rap shit
Chris and Neef, we this rap shit

The takeover, the over nigga
God MC, me,
Hey lil' soldier you ready for war
R.O.C. too strong for why
It's bringing a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
chest in the line of fire witcha thin-ass vest
You bringing them II Men, HOW them boys gon' win?
This is man B.I., get you rolled in the triage
Bitch, your reach ain't enough, dunny
peeps ain't strong enough, fucker
Roc-A-Fella is the army, yet the navy
Niggaz'll kidnap babies, spit at your lady
We bring - knife to fistfight, kill your
Uh, we kill you motherfucking ants with a
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 running rap shit
M-Easy, we running this rap
The Broad Street Bully, we running this rap
Get zipped up in plastic it happens that's it
Freeway, we run this rap
O and Sparks, we running rap shit
Chris and Neef, we 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 stacks than you
I was pushing weight, back in eighty-eight
You was a I got your pictures I seen ya
Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch your
Well, we believe you, you need more people
Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we 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, from soul
They'll have to hold a mass, put your in a hole
No, you're not on my level get your tweaked
I what ya whole album sold in my first week
You guys don't want it with
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 it happens that's it
O and Sparks, we running rap shit
Freeway, we run this rap
Chris and Neef, we running this rap
(Watch out! We run New York)

I you missing all the, fame!
But along with celebrity comes bout seventy to your brain
Nigga, you a, lame!
the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco ads
Went from, Nasty Nas to Esco's
Had a spark when you but now you're just garbage
Fell top ten to not mentioned at all
To bodyguard's "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 don't
That's why your, lame! Career to a end
There's only so long thugs can pretend
Nigga, you ain't live it you it from your folks pad
You scribbled in your notepad and created your
I you your first tec on tour with Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) 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 get a corn nigga you was getting fucked and
I who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your, brain! You said you been in ten
been in it five, smarten up Nas
Four albums in ten years 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 album ten year average
And so, lame! Nigga switch up your flow
Your is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?
(Get the fuck outta here) You niggas gon' learn to the king
Don't be the next on that Summer Jam screen
you know who (who) did you know what (what)
With you know who (yeah) but keep that between me and you for now

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

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

A wise man told me argue with fools
Cause from a distance can't tell who is who
So stop that childish shit, nigga I'm grown
Please leave it alone, don't throw rocks at the
Do not bark up that tree, that 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 folks that don't you
Nigga I you well, all the stolen jewels
toes you breaking my heart
You can't fuck with me, go somewhere, I'm busy
And all you other throwing shots at Jigga
You only get half a bar, fuck y'all