Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

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

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

R.O.C., we running this rap
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 and Sparks, we this rap shit
Chris and Neef, we running this rap
(Watch out! We run New York)

I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to
You little FUCK, got money stacks bigger than you
When I was pushing weight, in eighty-eight
You was a I got your pictures I seen ya
Then you "Shook Ones," switch your demeanor
Well, we believe you, you need more people
Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we the classes
could read you dudes like we do
Don't let 'em gas you like is ass and won't clap you
Trust me on this one, detach you
Mind from spirit, from soul
They'll have to hold a mass, put body in a hole
No, you're not on my get your brakes tweaked
I sold what ya whole sold in my first week
You guys don't it with Hov'
Ask Nas, he don't want it Hov', no!

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

I know you all the, fame!
But along with celebrity bout seventy shots to your brain
Nigga, you a, lame!
Youse the fag for Karl Kani/Esco ads
Went from, Nas to Esco's trash
Had a spark when you started but now you're garbage
Fell top ten to not mentioned at all
To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" better than yours
Matter you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song
But I know - the sun don't shine, son don't shine
That's why your, lame! 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 your
I showed you your tec on tour with Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) I heard your album bout your tec on your dresser
So yeah I your voice, you was using it wrong
You made it a hot line, I made it a hot
And you ain't get a corn you was getting fucked and
I know who I paid God, Serchlite
Use your, brain! You said you in this ten
been in it five, smarten up Nas
Four albums in ten years I could divide
That's one every let's say two, two of shits was due
One was, no! The was "Illmatic"
That's a one hot album every ten year
And that's so, lame! Nigga switch up your
Your is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?
(Get the fuck outta here) You niggas gon' to respect the king
Don't be the next contestant on that Jam screen
Because you know who (who) did you what (what)
you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now

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

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

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