Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

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

The takeover, the break's over
God MC, me,
Hey lil' you ain't ready for war
R.O.C. too for why y'all
It's like a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
Your chest in the line of fire witcha vest
You bringing them Boyz II Men, HOW them gon' win?
This is man B.I., get you rolled in the triage
Bitch, reach ain't long enough, dunny
Your peeps ain't enough, fucker
Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the
Niggaz'll kidnap babies, spit at your lady
We bring - knife to fistfight, your drama
Uh, we kill you motherfucking ants a sledgehammer
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 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 running rap shit
Chris and Neef, we this rap shit
(Watch out! We run New York)

I don't if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
You little FUCK, I've got stacks bigger than you
I was pushing weight, back in eighty-eight
You was a ballerina I got your pictures I ya
Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch demeanor
Well, we don't believe you, you need people
Roc-A-Fella, of the game, we passed the classes
Nobody read you dudes like we do
Don't let 'em gas you like is ass and won't clap you
Trust me on this one, I'll you
Mind from spirit, body from
They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a
No, you're not on my get your brakes tweaked
I sold what ya whole album sold in my first
You guys don't want it Hov'
Ask Nas, he want it with Hov', no!

R.O.C., we running rap shit
B. Sigel, we running rap shit
M-Easy, we this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic when it that's it
O and Sparks, we this rap shit
Freeway, we run rap shit
and Neef, we running this rap shit
(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!
the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco ads
Went from, Nasty Nas to Esco's
Had a spark when you started but now you're garbage
Fell from top ten to not at all
To your "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours
Matter fact you had the worst flow on the fuckin song
But I know - the sun shine, then son don't shine
That's why your, lame! come to a end
only so long fake thugs can pretend
Nigga, you live it you witnessed it from your folks pad
You scribbled in notepad and created your life
I showed you your first tec on tour with Professor
(Me, that's who!) Then I your album bout your tec on your dresser
So yeah I sampled voice, you was using it wrong
You it a hot line, I made it a hot song
And you ain't get a nigga you was getting 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 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 that's so, lame! Nigga up your flow
shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?
(Get the fuck outta here) You niggas gon' learn to respect the
Don't be the next contestant on that 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 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 & Sparks, we running rap shit
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 with that childish shit, nigga 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 why your advisors ain't forewarn you
Please, not Jay, he's, not for
I don't slack a minute, all thug rapping and gimmicks
I will end it, all 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 stolen
Twinkle you breaking my heart
You can't fuck me, go play somewhere, I'm busy
And all you other cats shots at Jigga
You only get half a bar, fuck y'all