Luyện nghe bài hát The Roc (just Fire)

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

My break I'm 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 wanna see what that villa be

Now what that 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 real dog no joke

Blow smoke in ya face piss in ya wheels
Slap ya custies, your workers, dead 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 vets I'll bang it click
So run and tell ya duela the ruger wit' two clips, dog

M easy leave my hood need me
Pop fa' who don't believe 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 just kill a man for killa cam
Me and my Roc fam, top billers man
We run the spot, drop fam

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

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

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

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

Nobody be missin' your 'cuz you deserved it
South Philly niggaz kill at will, I keep my Mac-Milli chilly
On the real
'Fore I make you niggaz feel steel

Go 'head stupid niggaz go fuck them chicks
I'm the third little I'm a fuck wit' them 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
That to 100,000, in front a
Closed 'em all down dog, no allowed in
I'm everything I'm done wit' browsin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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