Luyện nghe bài hát The Roc (just Fire)

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

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

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

Blow smoke in ya bitch face piss in ya
Slap ya custies, clap your workers, dead the
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 I'll bang 'til it
So run and ya duela the ruger 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 a diplomat
We get low when the dough low get it

is something you can't understand
How I could just a man for killa cam
Me and my Roc killa fam, top man
We run the spot, ceilings 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 and the pump
The coach walk you through and he you up

What chu want the dope or the
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 wack gag ya back
style 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 rules the barrel get hot
When the gun blows and the shots fall and the smoke
Man I be hearin' you
Nobody hit up in the cross 'cuz I'm

be missin' your loss 'cuz you deserved it
South Philly niggaz kill at will, I keep my Mac-Milli chill
On the real
I make you niggaz feel this steel

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

I 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to 1000
That to 100,000, in front a
'em all down dog, no one's allowed in
I'm coppin' everything I'm wit' browsin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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