Luyện nghe bài hát The Roc (just Fire)

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

My I'm fresh off it
I never change I'm stuck in ways
Nike Airs and Taurus
But I'm a do it for my
wanna end my chill wanna see what that villa be

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nobody be your loss 'cuz you deserved it
South Philly kill at will, I keep my Mac-Milli chilly chill
On the really
'Fore I make you niggaz feel this

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

I turn 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to
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 shit rocked ma Haseem Rahman
And I'm scary
CEO's all the frontin' ain't necessary, I fuck secretaries

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

Halloween or Day
At your be one year from today
All think it's peace and peachy
I leave you reesy all my bitches rock

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

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

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

Fuck those who disagree, my bullets you get 'em
Roc a Roc a
Roc a Roc a Roc a Roc a
Roc in muh muh muhfucka