Luyện nghe bài hát Memph Bleek Iz

[The talking]
The young Roy Jones of rap shit
Somebody bout to get knocked the fucked out man
You better tell your boy somethin, you better him somethin

[Verse 1: The
Skip through the blueprint one bang this mentioned
Bleek you're one hit away but he didn't know The Game was
Balls faster than Roger Clemens nigga you're too big for your
Two gold not make you a hitter
make you a little richer but don't forget the big picture
All of those make you a fag but money like Richard
Take faggot ass picture put it next to Gulliany
Run you for your fit and beat you with the Tommy
Drag your ass down to Alby
Call Beans, Jay, Freeway, Biggs, Dame be there
Compton behind me ask Nas queens is me
You ain't never sold in your life I'm takin your fiends with me
get me
My guns smoke like Downey
Two and a pound he got a room in Kings County
And you might or sit in a box
Depending on how long it NYPD to respond to the

[Chorus: The
Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph

2: The Game]
See what the problem is too much east coast dick
And tryin to do their best 2pac rendition
Listen they wonder how I with 5 shots
is hard to kill on my block
When you was in the streets of age
I was in the pumpin the gauge
While you was rappin I was makin it
On the with a k
While you was with the roc on the
I had on the stage
On headliner for the front we know that you front
You be on sunset doin what? your punk ass stunt
You gon respect us or that fo' through the vests
And you who you are deaf nigga'll get the message
Malik or M-E-M-P-H
around and be a B-I-T-C-H sleek
'cause all that yappin dude will get guns clappin
And stop Memphis rappin dude, huh

The Game]
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph
Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek

[Verse 3: The
It me a little while but I am now understandin
Jay fucked up in the first round when he picked olo with
Did olo in the second, take it from me
The Roc get knocked off the till you picked up beans
Add freeway to the team but move the bitch
Trade the Marcy for Cam'ron and Lil' Chris
Now the squad 5 is 6 man is Neef
in the stand yellin out fuck Memphis Bleek
You beef I have your body parts all over New York
Leg in jersey arm in Brooklyn head in central park
You can't even borrow from New York no more like john
And I ain't talkin to him I'm to Malik Cox
And I got a pine box for a nigga you
Streets is how many real niggaz like you
Hit LAX when you come to the coast
Niggaz don't play with they lives it comes to the toast

[Chorus: The
Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph