Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

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

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

R.O.C., we this rap shit
M-Easy, we running rap shit
The Broad Street Bully, we running this rap
Get up in plastic when it happens that's it
Freeway, we run this rap
O and Sparks, we this rap shit
and Neef, we running 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, in eighty-eight
You was a ballerina I got your pictures I ya
you dropped "Shook Ones," switch your demeanor
Well, we don't believe you, you more people
Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we the classes
could 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
Mind spirit, body from soul
They'll have to hold a mass, put your in a hole
No, you're not on my level get your brakes
I sold what ya whole album in my first week
You guys don't it with Hov'
Ask Nas, he don't 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 it happens that's it
O and Sparks, we running this rap
Freeway, we run this rap
Chris and Neef, we this rap shit
(Watch out! We run New York)

I you missing all the, fame!
But along with celebrity bout seventy shots to your brain
Nigga, you a, lame!
Youse the fag model for Kani/Esco ads
Went from, Nasty Nas to trash
Had a when you started but now you're just garbage
Fell top ten to not mentioned at all
To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than
Matter fact you had the worst on the whole fuckin song
But I - the sun don't shine, then 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 live it you witnessed it from folks pad
You in your notepad and created your life
I showed you your tec on tour with Large 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 made it a hot line, I it a hot song
And you ain't get a corn you was getting fucked and
I know who I God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your, brain! You said you been in 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 every ten year 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' learn to the king
Don't be the contestant on that Summer Jam screen
Because you know who (who) did you know (what)
With you know who (yeah) but just keep between me and you for now

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

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

A man told me don't argue with fools
Cause from a distance can't tell who is who
So stop with that childish shit, nigga I'm
leave it alone, don't throw rocks at the throne
Do not bark up that tree, tree will fall on you
I don't know why your advisors forewarn you
Please, not Jay, he's, not for
I don't slack a minute, all that thug 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 toes you 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, y'all niggas