Luyện nghe bài hát The Roc (just Fire)

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

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

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

Blow smoke in ya bitch face in ya wheels
ya custies, clap your 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 bang it click
So run and ya duela the ruger come wit' two clips, dog

M easy leave my hood need me
Pop fa' sheezy who believe me?
We all criminals but live a diplomat
We get low when the low get it back

Here is something you understand
How I could just a man for killa cam
Me and my Roc fam, top billers man
We run the spot, ceilings fam

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

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

And keep a that'll gag ya back
Block from ya swagger, ya swacks
the broad street bully bitch
I bully niggaz on the broadest
I house niggaz on the narrowest

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

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

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

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

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

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

or Memorial Day
At your memorial be one year today
All y'all think peace 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 down ma, easy,

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

You now rollin' them thugs from the R O C
Niggaz wanna despise the 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 muh muh muhfucka