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 this rap
Oh and Sparks, we running this rap
Chris and Neef, we this rap shit

The takeover, the over nigga
God MC, me,
Hey lil' soldier you ain't for war
R.O.C. too strong for why
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 boys gon'
is grown man B.I., get you rolled in the triage
Bitch, your reach ain't 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 with a sledgehammer
Don't let me do it to you dunny cause I it
So you won't confuse it with rap music

R.O.C., we running this rap
M-Easy, we running rap shit
The Broad Street Bully, we running rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic it happens that's it
Freeway, we run rap shit
O and Sparks, we running this rap
Chris and Neef, we running this rap
(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 I got your pictures I seen ya
Then you dropped "Shook Ones," your demeanor
Well, we don't believe you, you more people
Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we the classes
Nobody could 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
from spirit, body from soul
They'll to hold a mass, put your body in a hole
No, not on my level get your brakes tweaked
I sold ya whole album sold in my first week
You don't want it with Hov'
Ask Nas, he don't it with Hov', no!

R.O.C., we running rap shit
B. Sigel, we running rap shit
M-Easy, we running this rap
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens 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 along 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 but now you're just garbage
Fell top ten to not mentioned at all
To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse than yours
Matter fact you had the flow on the whole fuckin song
But I know - the sun don't shine, then son don't
That's why your, lame! come to a end
There's only so long fake thugs can
Nigga, you ain't live it you witnessed it from your pad
You scribbled in your and created your life
I showed you your first tec on tour Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) Then I heard album bout your tec on your dresser
So yeah I your 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 paid God, Publishing
Use your, brain! You you been in this ten
been in it five, smarten up Nas
Four albums in ten years nigga? I could
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
Your is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?
(Get the fuck outta here) You niggas learn to respect the king
be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen
Because you know who (who) did you what (what)
With you know who (yeah) but just keep that me and you for now

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

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

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