Luyện nghe bài hát The Roc (just Fire)

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

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

Now what that like?
Plus they what 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 it's dog no joke

smoke in ya bitch face piss in ya wheels
Slap ya custies, clap 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 tell ya duela the ruger come two clips, dog

M won't leave my hood need me
Pop fa' sheezy who believe me?
We all criminals but live a diplomat
We get low the dough low get it back

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

Hit the wall ceiling fans
boar, man I show you how to fill a van
Up with man and line the trunk
a stash box for the nine and the pump
The walk you through 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 packin' the mac or the mag?
Yeah bent get back, but listen scrap act real fast

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

Know my rules when the get hot
the gun blows and the shots fall and the smoke clear
Man I be you murder
hit up in the cross 'cuz 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 really
'Fore I make you niggaz feel steel

Go 'head stupid niggaz go fuck wit' chicks
I'm the third little piggy I'm a fuck wit' pricks
Better yet the bakery I got and cakes
Nigga think 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 down dog, no one's in
I'm coppin' I'm done wit' browsin'

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

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

or Memorial Day
At memorial 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 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 tease but
Not doggy's angels killa believe me

You now with them thugs from the R O C
Niggaz wanna despise the Roc a fella
When the shit gets you know 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