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 break I'm off it
I never I'm stuck in these ways
Nike Airs sweats and
But I'm a do it for my
They wanna end my chill wanna see what villa be

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

smoke in ya bitch face piss in ya wheels
Slap ya custies, clap your workers, the strip
ya connect, yap ya bitch

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

M easy leave 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

Here is 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 fans
Listen boar, man I show you how to a van
Up with man and line the trunk
Keep a stash box for the and the pump
The coach walk you and he grind you up

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

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

my rules when the barrel get hot
When the gun blows and the shots fall and the smoke
Man I be you murder
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 chilly chill
On the really
'Fore I you niggaz feel this steel

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

I turn 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to
to 100,000, in front a housin'
Closed 'em all dog, no one's allowed in
I'm coppin' everything I'm done browsin'

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 fuck secretaries

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck those who disagree, my you get 'em free
Roc a Roc a
Roc a Roc a Roc a Roc a
Roc in muh muh muhfucka