Luyện nghe bài hát The Roc (just Fire)

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

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

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

Blow smoke in ya face piss in ya wheels
Slap ya custies, clap your workers, 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 bang 'til it click
So run and tell ya duela the come wit' two clips, dog

M easy won't my hood need me
Pop fa' who don't believe me?
We all but live like a diplomat
We get low the dough low get it back

is something you can't understand
How I could kill a man for killa cam
Me and my Roc killa fam, top man
We run the spot, ceilings fam

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

What chu want the or the weed?
How you it packaged, in the cap or the bag?
How you me packin' 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 bully bitch
I bully niggaz on the broadest
I house on the narrowest block

Know my rules 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 cross I'm observin'

Nobody be missin' 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 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 doublin' is turnin' 5 to 8

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

the top don, glock palm, dot com
Get your shit rocked ma Haseem Rahman
And I'm scary
CEO's all the frontin' ain't necessary, I fuck 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 March 2nd, sound July 4th

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

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

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

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

those 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