Luyện nghe bài hát You, Me, Him And Her

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

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

Oh, feel us, we heat holders
Fightin'? Listen boy, Roy Jones still us
The plot thickens, the block
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 burn down Happyland
Social Club, we thugs, non-social, gone postal
Great aim, harm the arm close to toast
a Don's supposed to, Shawn

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

Fuck it, Jigga Man Sigel Sigel y'all
what? Memph Bleek

Y'all dudes don't, get it, come it
Fifth loaded slugs that'll rest in your fitted
It's M dot E-M, the Roc be
Got the mamis sayin' look, who can stop be
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
I cock the plastic, make 'em drop the casket
When hot, I'm blastin', it's the Roc, you bastards

Jigga Man Amil-lion yeah
Memph Bleek Sigel Sigel c'mon

acid, c'mon
Witcha bullshit hit, get your bullshit smashed in
Niggaz front and get jumped
Bet the give your right side a nice-sized lump
Nigga, we are, the supreme

You can dream hard but is
We push the dream cars, the queen broads
Puff the green raw, we as as it get, we the R-O-C dot A dot Fellas
Bitches don't to us, the hoes they e-mail us

Nigga, Jigga Man what? Memph Bleek
yeah, Sigel Sigel rap

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

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

Since a young buck, as fuck
Wettin' me dog, the high will do it, I used to wild off fluid
I sent niggaz to the 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 wanna ye shit, then wanna cease shit
they motherfuckin' peeps hit
But I don't nothin', I decease som'un
I fuck around and have you sleepin' som'un

Jigga Man what? Sigel Sigel
Memph Bleek uh, Amil-lion

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

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