Luyện nghe bài hát The Roc (just Fire)

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

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

Now that sound like?
Plus they know what a clip get down
bags from bladders legs to wheels paint it peels
'Cuz you fuckin' wit' a nigga that'll 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 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 'til it click
So run and ya duela the ruger come wit' two clips, dog

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

is something you can't understand
How I could kill a man for killa cam
Me and my Roc fam, top billers man
We run the spot, ceilings 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 walk you through and he grind you up

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

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

Know my when the barrel get hot
When the gun blows and the shots fall and the 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 keep my Mac-Milli chill
On the really
I make you niggaz feel this steel

Go 'head stupid niggaz go fuck wit' them
I'm the third little piggy I'm a fuck wit' them
Better yet the 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 wit'

the top don, glock palm, dot com
Get your rocked ma like Haseem Rahman
And I'm extra
CEO's all the frontin' ain't necessary, I fuck wit'

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

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

Christian Dior,
'Round phony niggaz get the jeebies
hoes say "Killa feed me feed 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 killa please believe me

You now rollin' with them from the R O C
wanna despise the team Roc a fella
When the shit 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 muh muh muhfucka