Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

R.O.C., we running this rap
Memphis Bleek, we running rap shit
B. Mac, we this 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 nigga
God MC, me,
Hey lil' soldier you ain't for war
R.O.C. too for why y'all
like bringing a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
Your chest in the line of fire thin-ass vest
You bringing them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys win?
This is grown man B.I., get you in the triage
Bitch, your reach long enough, dunny
Your peeps strong enough, fucker
is the army, better yet the navy
Niggaz'll kidnap babies, spit at your lady
We bring - 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 running rap shit
M-Easy, we running rap shit
The Broad Street Bully, we 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 triggers to
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
Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch your
Well, we don't you, you need more people
Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we 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
from spirit, body from soul
They'll have to hold a mass, put body in a hole
No, you're not on my level get brakes tweaked
I sold what ya whole album sold in my first
You guys don't it with Hov'
Ask Nas, he don't it with Hov', no!

R.O.C., we running rap shit
B. Sigel, we running this rap
M-Easy, we this rap shit
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 running rap shit
(Watch out! We run New York)

I know you all the, fame!
But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your
Nigga, you a, lame!
Youse the fag model for Karl ads
from, Nasty Nas to Esco's trash
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 - the sun don't shine, then son don't shine
That's why your, lame! Career 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!) I heard your album bout your tec on your dresser
So yeah I sampled your voice, you was it wrong
You made it a hot line, I it a hot song
And you get a corn nigga 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 in ten years nigga? I could divide
one every let's say two, two of them shits was due
One was, no! The was "Illmatic"
a one hot album every ten year average
And that's so, lame! Nigga switch up flow
Your shit is garbage, but you try and knowledge?
(Get the fuck outta here) You niggas gon' learn to the king
Don't be the next contestant on that Jam screen
you know who (who) did you know what (what)
With you know who (yeah) but just that between me and you for now

R.O.C., we running rap shit
M-Easy, we running rap shit
The Street Bully, we running this rap shit
Get up in plastic when it happens that's it

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

A wise man told me don't argue with
people from a distance can't tell who is who
So stop with that childish shit, I'm grown
leave it alone, don't throw rocks at the throne
Do not bark up that tree, that tree will 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 that thug and gimmicks
I will end it, all that yapping be
You are not deep, you your bed now sleep
Don't make me expose to them folks don't 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 other cats shots at Jigga
You only get half a bar, fuck niggas