Luyện nghe bài hát The Roc (just Fire)

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

My break I'm off it
I never change I'm stuck in 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 from legs to wheels paint it peels
'Cuz you fuckin' wit' a that'll jump out raise the steel
I this way it's real dog no joke

Blow in ya bitch 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 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 wit' two clips, dog

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

Here is something you understand
How I just kill a man for killa cam
Me and my Roc killa fam, top man
We run the spot, drop fam

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

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

And keep a wack that'll gag ya
Block style ya swagger, ya swacks
the broad street bully bitch
I bully niggaz on the broadest
I house on the narrowest block

Know my when the barrel get hot
When the gun and the shots fall 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 niggaz kill at will, I keep my Mac-Milli chilly chill
On the really
'Fore I make you niggaz this steel

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

I 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to 1000
That to 100,000, in front a
Closed 'em all dog, no one's 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 scary
CEO's all the frontin' necessary, I fuck wit' secretaries

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck those who disagree, my bullets you get 'em
Roc a Roc a
Roc a Roc a Roc a Roc a
Roc in this muh muh