Luyện nghe bài hát The Roc (just Fire)

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

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

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

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

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 leave my need me
Pop fa' who don't believe me?
We all criminals but live like a
We get low when the dough low get it

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

Hit the wall drop ceiling
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 coach walk you and he grind you up

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

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

Know my rules the barrel get hot
When the gun blows and the shots and the smoke clear
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 kill at will, I keep my Mac-Milli chilly
On the real
'Fore I make you niggaz this steel

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

I 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to 1000
That to 100,000, in front a
'em all down dog, no one's allowed in
I'm coppin' everything I'm done browsin'

It's the top don, palm, dot com
Get your rocked ma like Haseem Rahman
And I'm scary
CEO's all the frontin' necessary, I fuck wit' secretaries

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

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

Dior, BCBG
'Round niggaz get the heeby jeebies
Hungry hoes say "Killa feed me me"
Calm ma, easy, easy

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

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

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