Luyện nghe bài hát The Roc (just Fire)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hit the wall drop fans
Listen boar, man I you how to fill a van
Up with man and line the trunk
Keep a stash box for the nine and the
The coach walk you and he grind you up

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

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

my rules when the barrel get hot
When the gun and the shots fall and the smoke clear
Man I be hearin' you
Nobody hit up in the cross I'm observin'

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

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

I turn 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to
That to 100,000, in a housin'
Closed 'em all down dog, no allowed in
I'm coppin' everything I'm wit' browsin'

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

All for information it necessary
They in love the 14th of February
'em like April 1st right before I slide off
It could be 2nd, sound like July 4th

or Memorial Day
At your memorial be one year today
All y'all it's peace and peachy
I leave you reesy piecy all my 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 squeeze me
He ain't no tease but
Not doggy's angels killa believe me

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

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