Luyện nghe bài hát The Roc (just Fire)

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

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

Now what that sound
Plus they know what a clip get down
Turn bags from bladders legs to paint it peels
you fuckin' wit' 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 your workers, the strip
ya connect, yap ya bitch

So let it be known I'm for my grizzly
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 like a
We get low when the low get it back

Here is you can't 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 ceiling fans
Listen boar, man I show you how to a van
Up with man and line the trunk
Keep a stash box for the nine and the
The coach walk you through and he you up

chu want 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 scrap act real

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

my rules when the barrel get hot
When the gun blows and the shots and the smoke clear
Man I be hearin' you
hit up in the cross 'cuz I'm observin'

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

Go 'head stupid niggaz go fuck wit' them
I'm the third little piggy I'm a fuck wit' pricks
Better yet the bakery I got and cakes
Nigga think doublin' is 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' I'm done wit' browsin'

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

All for it ain't necessary
They in like the 14th of February
Play 'em April 1st right before I slide off
It could be 2nd, sound like July 4th

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

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

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

You now rollin' with thugs from the R O C
Niggaz wanna despise the team Roc a
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