Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

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

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

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

I care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
You little FUCK, got money stacks bigger than you
When I was weight, back in eighty-eight
You was a ballerina I got your I seen ya
Then you dropped "Shook Ones," your demeanor
Well, we don't you, you need more people
Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the
could read you dudes like we do
Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and clap you
Trust me on this one, I'll you
Mind from spirit, from soul
They'll have to a mass, put your body in a hole
No, you're not on my level get your brakes
I sold what ya whole album sold in my week
You guys want it with Hov'
Ask Nas, he want it with Hov', no!

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

I know you all the, fame!
But along with celebrity comes seventy shots to your brain
Nigga, you a, lame!
Youse the fag model for Karl ads
Went from, Nas to Esco's trash
Had a when you started but now you're just garbage
Fell from top ten to not at all
To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better yours
fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song
But I - the sun don't shine, then son don't shine
why your, lame! Career come to a end
There's only so long fake thugs can
Nigga, you ain't live it you it from your folks pad
You scribbled in your notepad and created life
I you your first tec on tour with Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album your tec on your dresser
So I sampled your voice, you was using it wrong
You made it a hot line, I made it a hot
And you ain't get a nigga 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 nigga? I could divide
one every let's say two, two of them shits was due
One was, no! The was "Illmatic"
That's a one hot album every ten year
And that's so, lame! Nigga up your flow
shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?
(Get the fuck outta here) You gon' learn to respect the king
be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen
Because you 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 this rap shit
M-Easy, we running this rap
The Street Bully, we running this rap shit
Get zipped up in when it happens that's it

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

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