Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

R.O.C., we running rap shit
Bleek, we running this rap shit
B. Mac, we this rap shit
Freeway, we run this rap
Oh and Sparks, we running rap shit
Chris and Neef, we running rap shit

The takeover, the break's nigga
God MC, me,
Hey lil' soldier you ready for war
R.O.C. too strong for why
It's bringing a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
Your chest in the line of fire thin-ass vest
You bringing Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon' win?
This is grown man B.I., get you in the triage
Bitch, your reach long enough, dunny
Your peeps strong enough, fucker
Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the
Niggaz'll kidnap babies, spit at your lady
We bring - knife to fistfight, kill your
Uh, we kill you motherfucking ants with a
Don't let me do it to you dunny I overdo it
So you won't confuse it just rap music

R.O.C., we running rap shit
M-Easy, we running this rap
The Broad Street Bully, we running rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic it happens that's it
Freeway, we run this rap
O and Sparks, we running rap shit
and Neef, we running this rap shit
(Watch out! We run New York)

I care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
You little FUCK, I've got money bigger than you
When I was weight, back in eighty-eight
You was a I got your pictures I seen ya
Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch your
Well, we don't believe you, you more people
Roc-A-Fella, of the game, we passed the classes
Nobody read you dudes like we do
Don't let 'em gas you like is ass and won't clap you
Trust me on this one, I'll you
Mind from spirit, from soul
They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a
No, you're not on my get your brakes tweaked
I what ya whole album sold in my first week
You guys want it with Hov'
Ask Nas, he don't it with Hov', no!

R.O.C., we this rap shit
B. Sigel, we running this rap
M-Easy, we running rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic it happens that's it
O and Sparks, we running rap shit
Freeway, we run rap shit
Chris and Neef, we running rap shit
(Watch out! We run New York)

I you missing all the, fame!
But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to brain
Nigga, you a, lame!
the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco ads
Went from, Nasty Nas to Esco's
Had a spark you started but now you're just garbage
Fell top ten to not mentioned at all
To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" better than yours
Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole song
But I know - the sun don't shine, son don't shine
That's why your, lame! Career to a end
There's only so long fake thugs can
Nigga, you ain't it you witnessed it from your folks pad
You scribbled in your notepad and your life
I showed you your tec on tour with Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) Then I heard album bout your tec on your dresser
So yeah I sampled voice, you was using it wrong
You it a hot line, I made it a hot song
And you ain't get a corn you was getting fucked and
I know who I God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your, brain! You said you been in ten
I've in it five, smarten up Nas
Four albums in ten years nigga? I divide
That's one every let's say two, two of them was due
One was, no! The was "Illmatic"
That's a one hot album every ten year
And that's so, lame! switch up your flow
Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick
(Get the outta here) You niggas gon' learn to respect the king
Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam
you know who (who) did you know what (what)
With you who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now

R.O.C., we running rap shit
M-Easy, we running rap shit
The Broad Street Bully, we running this rap
Get zipped up in plastic it happens that's it

Freeway, we run this rap
O & Sparks, we this rap shit
Chris & Neef, we running rap shit
(Watch out! We run New York)

A wise man told me don't argue with
Cause people from a distance tell who is who
So stop with that childish shit, I'm grown
Please leave it alone, don't throw rocks at the
Do not bark up tree, that tree will fall on you
I know why your advisors ain't forewarn you
Please, not Jay, he's, not for
I don't slack a minute, all thug rapping and gimmicks
I will end it, all that yapping be
You are not deep, you your bed now sleep
make me expose to them folks that don't know you
Nigga I know you well, all the stolen
Twinkle toes you breaking my
You can't with me, go play somewhere, I'm busy
And all you other cats shots at Jigga
You only get half a bar, fuck y'all