Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

R.O.C., we running this rap
Memphis Bleek, we running rap shit
B. Mac, we running 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' soldier you ain't for war
R.O.C. too strong for why
It's like bringing a knife to a gunfight, pen to a
Your chest in the line of fire witcha vest
You them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon' win?
This is grown man B.I., get you in the triage
Bitch, reach ain't long enough, dunny
Your ain't strong enough, fucker
Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the
Niggaz'll kidnap babies, spit at your lady
We - knife to fistfight, kill your drama
Uh, we kill you motherfucking with a sledgehammer
let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo it
So you confuse it with just rap music

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

I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold to crews
You little FUCK, I've got money stacks bigger you
When I was pushing weight, back in
You was a ballerina I got pictures I seen ya
you dropped "Shook Ones," switch your demeanor
Well, we don't believe you, you need more
Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the
Nobody could read you dudes 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, body from
have to hold a mass, put your 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 want it with
Ask Nas, he don't it with Hov', no!

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

I know you all the, fame!
But along with celebrity comes bout shots to your brain
Nigga, you a, lame!
Youse the fag model for Kani/Esco ads
from, Nasty Nas to Esco's trash
Had a when you started but now you're just garbage
Fell top ten to not mentioned at all
To your "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours
Matter fact you had the 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 thugs can pretend
Nigga, you live it you witnessed it from your folks pad
You scribbled in your notepad and created life
I showed you your first tec on tour Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your bout your tec on your dresser
So yeah I sampled voice, you was using it wrong
You made it a hot line, I it a hot song
And you get a corn nigga you was getting fucked and
I know who I God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your, brain! You you been in this ten
I've been in it five, up Nas
Four albums in ten years nigga? I divide
That's one every say two, two of them shits was due
One was, no! The was "Illmatic"
a one hot album every ten year average
And that's so, lame! switch up your flow
Your shit is garbage, but you try and knowledge?
(Get the fuck outta here) You niggas gon' learn to respect the
be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen
Because you know who (who) did you know (what)
With you know who (yeah) but just keep between me and you for now

R.O.C., we running this rap
M-Easy, we this rap shit
The Broad Street Bully, we this rap shit
Get zipped up in when it happens that's it

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

A wise man told me don't argue fools
Cause people a distance can't tell who is who
So stop with that shit, nigga I'm grown
Please leave it alone, don't rocks at the throne
Do not bark up that tree, that will fall on you
I don't 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 that yapping be
You are not deep, you made bed now sleep
Don't make me expose to them folks don't know you
Nigga I know you well, all the jewels
Twinkle toes you breaking my
You can't fuck me, go play somewhere, I'm busy
And all you other cats throwing at Jigga
You only get half a bar, fuck niggas