Luyện nghe bài hát The Roc (just Fire)

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

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

Now what that like?
they know what a clip get down like
Turn bags from legs to wheels paint it peels
'Cuz you wit' a nigga that'll jump out raise the steel
I live this way it's 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 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 won't leave my hood me
Pop fa' sheezy who believe me?
We all criminals but like a diplomat
We get low when the low get it back

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

Hit the drop ceiling fans
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 you through and he grind you up

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

And keep a wack gag ya back
Block from ya swagger, ya swacks
the broad street bully bitch
I bully on the broadest streets
I house 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 hearin' you
Nobody hit up in the 'cuz I'm observin'

be missin' your loss 'cuz you deserved it
South Philly niggaz kill at will, I my Mac-Milli chilly chill
On the real
'Fore I make you niggaz feel steel

Go stupid niggaz go fuck wit' them chicks
I'm the third little piggy I'm a fuck 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
to 100,000, in front a housin'
Closed 'em all down dog, no one's in
I'm coppin' everything I'm done 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 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 like 4th

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

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

Talk greasy, me, get my man wheezy
Still ellesses, to squeeze 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 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