Luyện nghe bài hát The Roc (just Fire)

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

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

Now what sound like?
Plus they what a clip get down like
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 it's dog no joke

Blow smoke in ya bitch piss in ya wheels
Slap ya custies, your workers, dead the strip
Stick ya connect, yap ya

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 tell ya duela the come wit' two clips, dog

M easy won't leave my need me
Pop fa' sheezy who believe me?
We all criminals but live like a
We get low when the low get it back

Here is something you 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 drop ceiling fans
Listen boar, man I show you how to a van
Up with killers man and the trunk
a stash box for the nine and the pump
The coach walk you and he grind you up

chu want 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 that'll gag ya back
Block style ya swagger, ya swacks
It's the broad street bitch
I niggaz on the broadest streets
I house niggaz on the block

Know my rules 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 cross 'cuz I'm

be missin' your loss 'cuz you deserved it
South Philly niggaz kill at will, I keep my Mac-Milli chilly
On the really
I make you niggaz 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 I got pies and cakes
Nigga think 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' everything I'm done wit'

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

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

or Memorial Day
At your memorial be one from today
All y'all think peace and peachy
I you reesy piecy all my bitches rock

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

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

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

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