Luyện nghe bài hát You, Me, Him And Her

Told y'all, Dynasty, Roc-A-Fella Records, you me?
Unstoppable, niggaz! Uhh
Memph Bleek, Amil-lion, Sigel Sigel ya
a Dynasty! Who do you believe?

Jigga Man, mo' better, mo'
Foes knock the man off Polo sweater
with the R O C-A-Fella
Remember me? The teachers to fail us
Now it's mo' scrilla, hoe killers, fo'-wheelers, we

Oh, feel us, we heat holders
Fightin'? Listen boy, Roy couldn't still us
The thickens, the block clickin'
We got the game tied up, trippin'

Jigga Man huh? Sigel y'all
Bleek what? Amil-lion, uhh

Cat be him, El
The fire I spit burn Happyland
Social Club, we unapproachable thugs, non-social, gone
Great aim, harm the arm to your toast
a Don's supposed to, Shawn

I I told you, these ain't just vocals
Don't make me take it to the old
I put holes through your too
Through your clothes to the foes to the close to you, fuck it

it, Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all
Amil-lion Memph Bleek

Y'all dudes don't, get it, wid' it
Fifth loaded with that'll rest in your fitted
It's M dot E-M, the Roc be
Got the sayin' look, who can stop be them?
You wan' press your luck, get blam blam-ed up

I crush your larynx, you 'bout us nigga, no obituary, I get it critical
You know Memph'll hit the pall liftin' you
When I cock the plastic, make 'em the casket
When hot, I'm blastin', it's the Roc, you bastards

Man what? Amil-lion yeah
Memph huh? Sigel Sigel c'mon

Spit acid,
Witcha bullshit hit, get your bullshit smashed in
Niggaz front and get jumped
Bet the ruger give your right side a lump
Nigga, we are, the squad

You can dream but reality is
We push the dream cars, the queen broads
Puff the raw, we as real as it get, we the R-O-C dot A dot Fellas
Bitches talk to us, the hoes they e-mail us

Nigga, Jigga Man what? Memph huh?
Amil-lion yeah, Sigel rap

R dot O dot C dot
From to mind pop, I move out stop
Shower your mind block, out with glocks
Raw to the cook, look, move out them

Take it to the who be grindin' it up
Usually take it to the dubs so diamond it up
Competition, 'em up
Forty-five A C P, let me squeeze 'em up
You want, drama Well silence it up

a young buck, violent as fuck
Wettin' me dog, the high will do it, I used to wild off fluid
I niggaz to the trauma unit, forty-five or the nine'll do it
I fuck around and have your moms go through it, I'm a

Shit, niggaz always ye shit, then they wanna cease shit
they motherfuckin' peeps hit
But I don't cease nothin', I decease
I fuck around and have you sleepin' som'un

Jigga Man what? Sigel y'all
Memph Bleek uh, right

Yo, A to the M-I,
Holdin' the semi, niggaz faced with a dilemmi
Am I, run or stay, can I
Get away no you can't I surrendi?
And I, lazy bop, hot
In my way through the like Lady Di

Jigga Man huh? Sigel y'all
Memph what? Amil-lion uhh