Luyện nghe bài hát The Roc (just Fire)

Yeah yeah,
Just this shit, ya heard?
ya main 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
wanna end my chill wanna see what that villa be

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

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

So let it be known I'm for my grizzly
The sergeant, the cap, the mac 60
For rookies and vets I'll 'til it click
So run and tell ya duela the ruger wit' two clips, dog

M easy won't leave my need me
Pop fa' sheezy who don't me?
We all criminals but live 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 drop ceiling fans
boar, man I show you how to fill a van
Up killers man and line the trunk
Keep a box for the nine and the pump
The coach walk you and he grind you up

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

And a wack that'll gag ya back
Block style from ya swagger, ya
It's the broad street bitch
I bully on the broadest streets
I house niggaz on the narrowest

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

Nobody be missin' your 'cuz you deserved it
South Philly niggaz at will, I keep my Mac-Milli chilly chill
On the really
'Fore I make you niggaz feel steel

Go 'head stupid niggaz go wit' them chicks
I'm the third little piggy I'm a fuck wit' them
Better yet the bakery I got and cakes
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 dog, no one's allowed in
I'm coppin' everything I'm done wit'

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

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

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

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

Talk greasy, please me, get my man
Still rock ellesses, to appease me
He ain't no tease but
Not doggy's angels please believe me

You now rollin' with thugs from the R O C
Niggaz wanna despise the team Roc a
When the shit gets down you know doin' the poppin
Killa

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