Luyện nghe bài hát The Roc (just Fire)

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

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

Now what sound like?
Plus they know what a clip get down
Turn bags from legs to wheels paint it peels
'Cuz you fuckin' wit' a nigga that'll jump out the steel
I live this way it's 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 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 ruger come two clips, dog

M easy leave my hood need me
Pop fa' sheezy who believe me?
We all criminals but live 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 wall ceiling fans
Listen boar, man I you how to fill a van
Up with killers man and line the
a stash box for the nine and the pump
The coach walk you through and he you up

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

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

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

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 wit' them chicks
I'm the third little piggy I'm a wit' them pricks
Better yet the I got pies and cakes
Nigga think is turnin' 5 to 8

I turn 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to
That to 100,000, in a housin'
Closed 'em all dog, no one's allowed in
I'm coppin' everything I'm done wit'

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

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

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

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

Talk greasy, please me, get my man
rock 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 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