Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

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

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

R.O.C., we this rap shit
M-Easy, we this rap shit
The Broad Street Bully, we running rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic it happens that's it
Freeway, we run rap shit
O and Sparks, we this 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
I was pushing weight, back in eighty-eight
You was a ballerina I got your pictures I ya
Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch your
Well, we don't believe you, you need more
Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we the classes
Nobody could you dudes like we do
Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't you
Trust me on this one, I'll you
Mind from spirit, body soul
They'll have to hold a mass, put body in a hole
No, you're not on my get your brakes tweaked
I sold what ya album sold in my first week
You guys don't want it with
Ask Nas, he don't want it Hov', no!

R.O.C., we this rap shit
B. Sigel, we running this rap
M-Easy, we this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic it happens that's it
O and Sparks, we running this rap
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 your
Nigga, you a, lame!
Youse the fag for Karl Kani/Esco ads
from, Nasty Nas to Esco's trash
Had a spark when you started but now you're garbage
from top ten to not mentioned at all
To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse than yours
Matter fact you had the flow on the whole fuckin song
But I know - the sun don't shine, then son shine
That's why your, lame! Career to a end
There's only so fake thugs can pretend
Nigga, you ain't live it you it from your folks pad
You scribbled in notepad and created 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 your voice, you was using it
You it a hot line, I made it a hot song
And you get a corn nigga you was getting fucked and
I know who I paid God, Publishing
Use your, brain! You you been in this ten
been in it five, smarten up Nas
Four albums in ten years nigga? I could
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 average
And so, lame! Nigga 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 Summer Jam screen
you know who (who) did you know what (what)
With you know who (yeah) but just that between me and you for now

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

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

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