Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

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

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

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

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

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

I you missing all the, fame!
But along with celebrity comes bout seventy to your brain
Nigga, you a, lame!
the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco ads
Went from, Nasty Nas to trash
Had a spark when you started but now you're just
from top ten to not mentioned at all
To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than
Matter fact you had the worst on the whole fuckin song
But I - the sun don't shine, then son don't shine
That's why your, lame! come to a end
There's so long fake thugs can pretend
Nigga, you ain't live it you witnessed it from folks pad
You in your notepad and created your life
I showed you your first tec on tour with Large
(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout tec on your dresser
So yeah I your voice, you was using it wrong
You made it a hot line, I made it a hot
And you get a corn nigga you was getting fucked and
I know who I God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your, brain! You said you in this ten
been in it five, smarten up Nas
Four albums in ten nigga? I could divide
That's one every say two, two of them shits was due
One was, no! The was "Illmatic"
That's a one hot album every ten year
And so, lame! Nigga switch up your flow
shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?
(Get the fuck here) You niggas 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 keep 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 up in plastic when it happens that's it

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

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