Luyện nghe bài hát La, La, La

Memph always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Sigel always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Neptunes track like la, la, la
(Hoo)
the ROC baby, sing our lullaby
on

me miss, I'm the shit
(Do you me to do it?)
You should come, hang wit me,
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

I know my English as modest as you like
But come, get some, you bums
I take the cake from under the baker's
I bake the cake, get two of for one
Then I the weight like I'm Oprah's son
Uhh, I you how to do this son
Young don't mess wit in Burberry patterns
Fake Manolo boots straight Steve Madden
(Un, uh)

He himself the rap J F K
You wanna pass for my Onassis
hop ya ass out that S class
Lay back in maebach, roll the best grass, I ask
Have you in long-legged life
Ever seen a watch surrounded by this much ice?
(Uhh)
Look, but touch, muthafucker think twice
'Cuz the gat that I clutch got a red light
a light?

To smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
Sigel always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memph Bleek always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
It's the ROC mami, our lullaby
on

Excuse me miss, I'm the
(Do you me to do it?)
You should come, hang wit me,
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

We got brothers of Arme, mamis in Manolo
Bags by Chanel, Vuitton logos
All attracted to Hov' because they dough
When they see him, be European
If a teen chances you're wit him
(Ten)
If you're a five you you ridin' wit them
Sick wit the pen nigga, no position in the could fix him
No you could prescribe to subside his affliction

He's not a sane man, like reign man twitchin'
You can't rain on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no chickens
Can his sickness
(Whoo)
No Ouija board, you see me dog, nigga you CB4
This Chris Rock, bitch, it's the ROC bitch
And I'm the franchise like a Rocket

(Yao Ming)

Still smoking la, la, la
Bleek still smoking that la, la, la
Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to
It's the ROC baby, our lullaby
on

Excuse me miss, I'm the
(Do you me to do it?)
You should come, wit me, basically
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, all the singin', let's go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

English, talk body language
I be all over like body painters
Pink necklace, strawberry wrist
Please yourself, you're very sick
confuse me wit marbury out this, bitch
Run up on me at the light, you could lose your
Muh'fuckas must be they la, la, la, la crack
.45 gun smoke, off that

to the music, I ain't wit all that
Plus the tappin' my music I get all that
I'm the public number one
Public industry two is my whole crew R O C
And I ain't concerned wit' who like me, who you
That's gay, I ain't into likin' no way
But get a pen, I can tell you my plans for the future
I never make the again, my man'll shoot ya

As we, that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memphis Bleek always that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel, desert to fo' to five
(Hoo)
It's the ROC bitch, sing our
on

Excuse me miss, I'm the
(Do you me to do it?)
You should come, hang wit me,
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Do you me to do it
watch me now, uhh