Luyện nghe bài hát Roc The Mic

You know we had to do a right?
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! (free)
All you Gunnerz!
Hey Just, this the one here baby!
I you dog!

It's B Sig in the with State P
And we got what it to rock the mic right yeah!
Still what you say to B. Sig
'Cause I will knock your ass the fuck out

I bring the hood when I'm
backwoods unraveling
Scrap smoke good we traveling
Forget the Mac's the K's fit good in the Caravan
I clap up your hood like the man
Bring your gat, better bust it if you get that
You're to clap better strap your folks (strap, your, folks)
Who want beef with P,
Enemies try to to me
they don't get that close

It's Free,
Blow trees with Mac
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) and Wesson precision
Bring the down with ribbons
(Leave a in your crib)
Caught a play
(You fucking with some niggas)
Hit him with the AK (free no you didn't)
Yes I did
Overpayed shit? Wait a minute, this fakin
Snatch the up out his crib
(Then slide, uh)
I'm like the baker your pies (Then rise)
Set up shop and distribute you live
It's Freeway in the with my squad
And we got what it takes to dump the K, flip ride!

It's B Sig in the place with P
And I got what it takes to rock the mic yeah!
Still watch what you say to freak
'Cause 50 shots will turn the club out ho

It's Freeway in the with State P
And we got what it to the rock the mic right Yeah!
Still what you say to B Sig
'Cause we got what it takes to the D-E yeah

It's Nelly in the with Murph Lee
And I got what it takes to rock the mic yeah!
You better watch what you say around
'Cause theres somethin on my waste to make the whole place

It's Murph dun in the place Nelly
And I got what it takes to the mic right yeah!
You watch what you say to my face
'Cause I got what it to shake the whole place

Lee's eighteen entertainin 'em
Twenty-one when I'm it
ID for the fuck of it
I'm a school boy, somewhat new boy
If you can't get Nelly you'a for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One truck that six asses
to confuse the masses
Remove glasses, smoke up in my ashes
I to drive my mama stuff
Now the school boy puttin' twenties on the Pop truck
I make rappers go to the block
They be "maybe I was better off selling rocks"
I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be
And I got enough skunk to fill the blunt
I take with chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a safe to dump

It's countdown
I'm with ya dirty go and lay down
Finance a pay-down, heard what I now?
See how I with caution
My whip crack fast all you niggas in
Randy Moss', I play I wanna
Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say I wanna
Around six in the six with the
Sixers, six Julius Irv'
Cris and the herb, make it hard to
Throw your hands up, if you bang your rim on the curb
You gettin't hit you was makin a turn
I strike a nerve and old MC's a comeback
I got but it's lost and that's a fact
Like K, nooone here even your name
R, You really feeling bout something man
S, Sad to see you just want just
One hit please please!
You the first old man who should get a rapper's
No we ain't system call this mic
I'm snitching? Matter fact stay the fuck out the
Nelly kickin' too many dimensions
Mid west, and we aim about mid
Duked on my side, too in my tribe
Coupe outside who the fuck want a

Nelly in the place with Murph Lee
And I got what it to rock the mic right yeah!
You better what you say around herre
'Cause theres somethin on my to make the whole place break

It's Freeway in the place State P
And we got what it takes to the rock the mic yeah!
Still what you say to B Sig
'Cause we got what it to dump the D-E yeah

All a need to one yo self
Go get the burner bang yo-self!
All a need to one yo self
Go get the nigga bang yo-self!
yeah! It's the, it's the Roc nigga
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!