Luyện nghe bài hát The Roc (just Fire)

Yeah yeah,
Just blazin' shit, ya heard?
It's ya main man I'm back holla

My break I'm off it
I never I'm stuck in these ways
Nike Airs sweats and
But I'm a do it for my
They wanna end my wanna see what that villa be

Now what that sound
Plus know what a clip get down like
Turn bags from bladders legs to wheels paint it
'Cuz you fuckin' a nigga that'll jump out raise the steel
I live this way real dog no joke

Blow in ya bitch face piss in ya wheels
Slap ya custies, clap workers, dead the strip
ya connect, yap ya bitch

So let it be I'm back for my grizzly
The sergeant, the cap, the mac 60
For rookies and vets bang 'til it click
So run and tell ya duela the come wit' two clips, dog

M won't leave my hood need me
Pop fa' who don't believe me?
We all but live like a diplomat
We get low the dough low get it back

Here is something you understand
How I could just a man for killa cam
Me and my Roc fam, top billers man
We run the spot, drop fam

Hit the drop ceiling fans
Listen boar, man I show you how to a van
Up killers man and line the trunk
Keep a stash box for the nine and the
The coach walk you and he grind you up

What chu the dope or the weed?
How you it packaged, in the cap or the bag?
How you want me packin' the mac or the mag?
Yeah that bent get back, but listen act real fast

And keep a wack that'll gag ya
style from ya swagger, ya swacks
It's the broad street bully
I bully on the broadest streets
I house niggaz on the narrowest

Know my when the barrel get hot
When the gun and the shots fall and the smoke clear
Man I be you murder
Nobody hit up in the 'cuz I'm observin'

Nobody be missin' your loss 'cuz you it
South Philly niggaz kill at will, I my Mac-Milli chilly chill
On the real
I make you niggaz feel this steel

Go 'head niggaz go fuck wit' them chicks
I'm the third little piggy I'm a wit' them pricks
Better yet the bakery I got pies and
Nigga think is turnin' 5 to 8

I 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to 1000
to 100,000, in front a housin'
Closed 'em all dog, no one's allowed in
I'm coppin' everything I'm done browsin'

It's the top don, palm, dot com
Get your rocked ma like Haseem Rahman
And I'm scary
all the frontin' ain't necessary, I fuck wit' secretaries

All for information it necessary
in love like the 14th of February
Play 'em like April 1st right before I off
It could be 2nd, sound like July 4th

or Memorial Day
At memorial be one year from today
All y'all think it's and peachy
I leave you reesy piecy all my bitches

Christian Dior,
'Round phony niggaz get the jeebies
Hungry say "Killa feed me feed me"
down ma, easy, easy

Talk greasy, please me, get my man
Still ellesses, to squeeze appease me
He ain't no tease but
Not doggy's angels killa please me

You now rollin' with them from the R O C
wanna despise the team Roc a fella
When the shit gets down you know who's the poppin
easy

Fuck who disagree, my bullets you get 'em free
Roc a Roc a
Roc a Roc a Roc a Roc a
Roc in this muh muh