Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

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

The takeover, the break's over
God MC, me,
Hey lil' soldier you ain't for war
R.O.C. too strong for why
like bringing a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
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 in the triage
Bitch, your reach ain't enough, dunny
Your peeps ain't strong enough,
Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the
Niggaz'll kidnap your babies, spit at your
We bring - knife to fistfight, your drama
Uh, we you motherfucking ants 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 running this rap
M-Easy, we running this rap
The Street Bully, we running this rap shit
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 to crews
You little FUCK, got money stacks bigger than you
When I was weight, back in eighty-eight
You was a I got your pictures I seen ya
Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch demeanor
Well, we don't believe you, you need more
Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we the classes
could 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 soul
They'll have to a mass, put your body in a hole
No, you're not on my level get your brakes
I what ya whole album sold in my first week
You guys don't want it 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 this rap
Get zipped up in plastic when it that's it
O and Sparks, we running rap shit
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 comes bout seventy shots to your brain
Nigga, you a, lame!
Youse the fag 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 your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than
Matter fact you had the worst on the whole 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 ain't live it you witnessed it your folks pad
You scribbled in your notepad and created life
I showed you your tec on tour with Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) Then I heard 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 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 been in it five, up Nas
albums 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 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 respect the
Don't be the next contestant on that 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 this rap shit
M-Easy, we running rap shit
The Broad Bully, we running this rap shit
Get zipped up in when it happens that's it

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

A wise man told me don't argue fools
Cause people from a distance can't who is who
So stop with that childish shit, I'm grown
Please leave it alone, don't throw at the throne
Do not bark up that tree, tree will fall on you
I don't know why advisors ain't forewarn you
Please, not Jay, he's, not for
I don't slack a minute, all that rapping and gimmicks
I will end it, all yapping be finished
You are not deep, you made bed now sleep
Don't make me expose to them folks that know you
Nigga I you well, all the stolen jewels
Twinkle toes you my heart
You can't with me, go play somewhere, I'm busy
And all you cats throwing shots at Jigga
You only get a bar, fuck y'all niggas