Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

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

The takeover, the over nigga
God MC, me,
Hey lil' soldier you ain't for war
R.O.C. too strong for why
It's like bringing a knife to a gunfight, pen to a
Your chest in the line of witcha thin-ass vest
You bringing them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon'
This is grown man B.I., get you rolled in the
Bitch, your reach ain't enough, dunny
Your ain't strong enough, fucker
is the army, better yet the navy
Niggaz'll kidnap your babies, spit at lady
We bring - knife to fistfight, kill drama
Uh, we kill you ants with a sledgehammer
let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo it
So you won't confuse it with rap music

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

I care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
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," your demeanor
Well, we don't believe you, you more people
Roc-A-Fella, of the game, we passed the classes
Nobody could read you like we do
Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and clap you
Trust me on this one, I'll you
Mind spirit, body from soul
They'll have to hold a mass, put body in a hole
No, you're not on my get your brakes tweaked
I sold ya whole album sold in my first week
You don't want it with Hov'
Ask Nas, he want it with Hov', no!

R.O.C., we this rap shit
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 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 celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your brain
Nigga, you a, lame!
Youse the fag model for Kani/Esco ads
from, Nasty Nas to Esco's trash
Had a spark when you started but now you're just
from top ten to not mentioned at all
To bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours
Matter fact you had the flow on the whole fuckin song
But I know - the sun don't shine, son don't shine
That's why your, lame! Career to a end
There's only so fake thugs can pretend
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 with Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout tec on your dresser
So I sampled your voice, you was using it wrong
You made it a hot line, I made it a hot
And you ain't get a corn nigga you was getting and
I who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your, brain! You you been in this ten
I've in it five, smarten 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 album every ten year
And that's so, lame! 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
Because you 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 this rap
M-Easy, we running this rap
The Broad Bully, we running this rap shit
Get up in plastic when it happens that's it

Freeway, we run this rap
O & Sparks, we this rap shit
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 stop with that childish shit, I'm grown
Please leave it alone, don't rocks at the throne
Do not bark up that tree, that tree fall on you
I don't know why your advisors ain't you
Please, not Jay, he's, not for
I don't slack a minute, all that 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 me, go play somewhere, I'm busy
And all you other cats throwing shots at
You only get half a bar, fuck y'all