Luyện nghe bài hát Roc The Mic

You we had to do a remix right?
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! (free)
All you Gunnerz!
Hey Just, the one right here baby!
I you dog!

It's B Sig in the place with P
And we got what it takes to rock the mic yeah!
Still watch you say to B. Sig
'Cause I will knock your ass the fuck out

I bring the hood when I'm
backwoods unraveling
Scrap smoke when we traveling
Forget the Mac's the K's fit good in the Caravan
I clap up your hood like the man
Bring gat, better bust it if you get that close
You're scared to clap strap your folks (strap, your, folks)
Who want beef with P,
Enemies try to to me
Negative they don't get that

Free, listen
Blow trees Mac Mittens
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) and Wesson precision
Bring the broads down ribbons
(Leave a mess in crib)
Caught a nigga?
(You fucking with some niggas)
Hit him the AK nigga (free no you didn't)
Yes I did
shit? Wait a minute, when this fakin
Snatch the cake up out his
(Then slide, uh)
I'm like the baker with pies (Then rise)
Set up shop and where you live
It's Freeway in the place with my
And we got what it takes to the K, flip your ride!

It's B Sig in the with State P
And I got it takes to rock the mic right yeah!
Still what you say to Young freak
'Cause 50 shots still will the club out ho

It's in the place with State P
And we got what it takes to the the mic right Yeah!
Still watch you say to B Sig
we got what it takes to dump the D-E yeah

It's in the place with Murph Lee
And I got what it takes to rock the mic yeah!
You better watch what you say herre
'Cause theres somethin on my waste to make the whole break

It's Murph dun in the place with
And I got it takes to rock the mic right yeah!
You better watch what you say to my
'Cause I got what it takes to shake the whole

Murphy Lee's eighteen 'em
when I'm clubbin' it
Fake ID for the of it
I'm just a school boy, new boy
If you get Nelly you'a settle for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One truck seats six asses
Twenty-Twos to confuse the
Remove glasses, smoke up in my ashes
I used to drive my mama
Now the boy puttin' twenties on the Bomb Pop truck
I rappers go back to the block
They be "maybe I was better off selling rocks"
I'm Lee in the place to be punk
And I got enough skunk to fill the blunt
I take trips with chumps up in my
And I take 'em real far to a safe to dump

It's Mister
I'm with ya dirty go and lay down
Finance a pay-down, heard what I now?
See how I with caution
My whip crack all you niggas in horses
Moss', I play when I wanna
Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say I wanna
Around six in the six with the
Sixers, six Julius Irv'
Cris and the herb, it hard to swirve
Throw hands up, if you didn't bang your rim on the curb
You gettin't hit while you was a turn
I strike a and old MC's wantin' a comeback
I got repsect but it's lost and a fact
Like K, nooone here even said your
R, You feeling guilty bout something man
S, Sad to see you just want just
One hit please please!
You the old man who should get a rapper's pension
No we ain't system call mic invention
I'm snitching? Matter fact stay the out the kitchen
Nelly kickin' too many dimensions
Mid west, and we aim about mid
Duked on my side, too many in my
Coupe outside who the fuck a ride?

It's Nelly in the with Murph Lee
And I got what it takes to rock the mic yeah!
You better watch what you say around
'Cause theres somethin on my waste to make the whole place

It's Freeway in the place with P
And we got what it takes to the rock the mic yeah!
Still watch you say to B Sig
'Cause we got what it to dump the D-E yeah

All a y'all need to one yo
Go get the burner bang yo-self!
All a need to one yo self
Go get the nigga bang yo-self!
Yeah yeah! It's the, the Roc nigga
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!