Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

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

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

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

I don't if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
You little FUCK, I've got money stacks bigger you
I was pushing weight, back in eighty-eight
You was a ballerina I got your pictures I ya
Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch your
Well, we believe you, you need more people
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 spirit, body from soul
They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a
No, you're not on my level get brakes tweaked
I sold what ya album sold in my first week
You guys don't want it Hov'
Ask Nas, he want it with Hov', no!

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

I you missing all the, fame!
But along with celebrity comes bout shots to your brain
Nigga, you a, lame!
the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco ads
Went from, Nasty Nas to trash
Had a when you started but now you're just garbage
Fell top ten to not mentioned at all
To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" better than yours
Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole song
But I - the sun don't shine, then son don't shine
That's why your, lame! Career to a end
There's only so long thugs can pretend
Nigga, you ain't live it you it from your folks pad
You in your notepad and created your life
I showed you your first tec on tour Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout tec on your dresser
So yeah I sampled your voice, you was using it
You it a hot line, I made it a hot song
And you ain't get a corn nigga you was fucked and
I who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your, brain! You you been in this ten
been in it five, smarten up Nas
Four albums in ten years I could divide
one every let's 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
Your shit is garbage, but you try and knowledge?
(Get the outta here) You niggas gon' learn to respect the king
Don't be the next contestant on Summer Jam screen
you know who (who) did you know what (what)
With you who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now

R.O.C., we this rap shit
M-Easy, we running this rap
The Broad Street Bully, we running 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 running rap shit
(Watch out! We run New York)

A wise man me don't 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 will fall on you
I don't know why your ain't forewarn you
Please, not Jay, he's, not for
I don't slack a minute, all that rapping and gimmicks
I end it, all that yapping be finished
You are not deep, you made your bed now
Don't make me expose to them folks don't know you
Nigga I you well, all the stolen jewels
Twinkle you breaking my heart
You can't fuck me, go play somewhere, I'm busy
And all you other cats throwing shots at
You only get half a bar, fuck y'all