Luyện nghe bài hát Roc The Mic

You know we had to do a 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 what you say to B. Sig
'Cause I still will knock ass the fuck out

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

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

B Sig in the place with State P
And I got what it to rock the mic right yeah!
watch what you say to Young freak
'Cause 50 still will turn the club out ho

Freeway 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 it takes to rock the mic right yeah!
You watch what you say around herre
'Cause theres somethin on my waste to make the whole break

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

Lee's eighteen entertainin 'em
Twenty-one when I'm it
Fake ID for the of it
I'm a school boy, somewhat new boy
If you can't get Nelly you'a settle for who
Two toy carrier, two
One that seats six asses
Twenty-Twos to confuse the
Remove glasses, blow smoke up in my
I used to drive my stuff
Now the school boy puttin' twenties on the Bomb Pop
I make rappers go to the block
be like "maybe I was better off selling rocks"
I'm Lee in the place to be punk
And I got enough to fill the whole blunt
I take with chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a safe to dump

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

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

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

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