Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

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

The takeover, the break's over
God MC, me,
Hey lil' you ain't ready for war
R.O.C. too strong for why
It's like bringing a to a gunfight, pen to a test
Your chest in the of fire witcha thin-ass vest
You bringing them Boyz II Men, HOW boys gon' win?
This is man B.I., get you rolled in the triage
Bitch, your reach ain't long enough,
Your peeps ain't enough, fucker
Roc-A-Fella is the army, yet the navy
Niggaz'll your babies, spit at your lady
We bring - knife to fistfight, kill drama
Uh, we kill you motherfucking with a sledgehammer
Don't let me do it to you dunny cause I it
So you confuse it with just rap music

R.O.C., we this rap shit
M-Easy, we this rap shit
The Street Bully, we running this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens 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 bigger than you
When I was pushing weight, in eighty-eight
You was a I got your pictures I seen ya
Then you "Shook Ones," switch your 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 like Jigga is ass and won't you
me on this one, I'll detach you
Mind from spirit, body from
They'll have to hold a mass, put your in a hole
No, you're not on my level get your tweaked
I sold what ya whole album sold in my first
You guys want it with Hov'
Ask Nas, he don't want it Hov', no!

R.O.C., we running this rap
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
Chris and Neef, we running this rap
(Watch out! We run New York)

I you missing all the, fame!
But with celebrity comes bout 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
Fell from top ten to not 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, son don't shine
why your, lame! Career come to a end
There's so long fake thugs can pretend
Nigga, you ain't live it you witnessed it from folks pad
You scribbled in your notepad and your life
I showed you your first tec on tour with Large
(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 know who I God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your, brain! You said you in this ten
I've in it five, smarten up Nas
Four albums in ten nigga? I could divide
That's one every let's say two, two of shits was due
One was, no! The was "Illmatic"
That's a one hot album ten year average
And that's so, lame! switch up your flow
Your shit is garbage, but you try and knowledge?
(Get the fuck outta here) You niggas gon' learn to respect the
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 just keep 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 when it happens that's it

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

A wise man told me don't argue with
Cause people a distance can't tell who is who
So stop with that shit, nigga I'm grown
Please leave it alone, don't throw rocks at the
Do not bark up that tree, that tree will on you
I don't know why your 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 yapping be
You are not deep, you made bed now sleep
Don't make me expose to them folks 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 shots at Jigga
You only get half a bar, fuck y'all