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

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

Blow smoke in ya face piss 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 vets I'll bang 'til it
So run and tell ya duela the ruger come two clips, dog

M easy won't leave my hood 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, drop fam

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

What chu want the dope or the
How you want it packaged, in the cap or the
How you want me wit' the mac or the mag?
that bent get back, but listen 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 broadest
I house niggaz on the narrowest

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

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

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

I 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to 1000
to 100,000, in front a housin'
Closed 'em all down dog, no one's in
I'm coppin' I'm done wit' browsin'

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

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

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

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

Talk greasy, me, get my man wheezy
Still rock ellesses, to appease me
He no tease but measly
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