Luyện nghe bài hát The Roc (just Fire)

Yeah yeah,
Just blazin' this shit, ya
It's ya man I'm back niggaz holla

My I'm fresh off it
I change I'm stuck in these ways
Nike Airs sweats and
But I'm a do it for my
They wanna end my chill see what that villa be

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

Blow smoke in ya bitch face in ya wheels
ya custies, clap your workers, dead the strip
Stick ya connect, yap ya

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

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

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

Hit the wall drop ceiling
boar, man I show you how to fill a van
Up with man and line the trunk
Keep a box for the nine and the pump
The coach walk you and he grind you up

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

And keep a wack gag ya back
Block from ya swagger, ya swacks
It's the broad bully bitch
I niggaz on the broadest streets
I house niggaz on the narrowest

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

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

Go 'head stupid go fuck wit' them chicks
I'm the third little piggy I'm a fuck them pricks
Better yet the bakery I got and cakes
Nigga think 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 down dog, no one's in
I'm everything I'm done wit' browsin'

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

All for information it ain't
They in love like the of February
Play 'em like 1st right before I slide off
It could be March 2nd, sound July 4th

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

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

Talk greasy, please me, get my man
Still rock ellesses, to appease me
He ain't no but measly
Not angels killa please believe me

You now rollin' with them thugs the R O C
Niggaz wanna despise the Roc a fella
When the shit down you know who's doin' the poppin
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