Luyện nghe bài hát The Roc (just Fire)

Yeah yeah,
Just blazin' this shit, ya
It's ya main man I'm back 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 that sound
Plus they know what a clip get like
Turn bags from bladders legs to wheels paint it
'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 piss in ya
Slap ya custies, your workers, dead the strip
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 I'll bang 'til it click
So run and ya duela the ruger come wit' two clips, dog

M won't leave my hood need me
Pop fa' sheezy who don't me?
We all criminals but live like a
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 fam, top billers man
We run the spot, ceilings fam

Hit the wall ceiling fans
boar, man I show you how to fill a van
Up with killers man and the trunk
Keep a stash box for the and the pump
The coach walk you and he grind you up

chu want the dope or the weed?
How you it packaged, in the cap or the bag?
How you me packin' 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
It's the street bully bitch
I bully on the broadest streets
I house on the narrowest block

Know my 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'

be missin' 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 go fuck wit' them chicks
I'm the third little piggy I'm a fuck them pricks
Better yet the bakery I got and cakes
think doublin' is turnin' 5 to 8

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

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

All for information it ain't
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 be one year from today
All think it's peace and peachy
I leave you reesy piecy all my bitches

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

Talk greasy, please me, get my man
Still ellesses, to squeeze appease me
He ain't no 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
Killa

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