Luyện nghe bài hát Do My

Turn that motherfucker
It's the Roc in motherfucker, biotch
Oh yeah, bounce, uh uh,
Yeah, bounce, come on
Oh come, on bounce, on

Do my ladies run motherfucker?
Yeah, yeah, on
Or do my thugs run this
Yeah, yeah, on

Do my run it fat asses and flat stomachs
Throw a hand in the air if it's the of the woman
Or my dogs run it, let 'em know that still gunnin'
Throw a drink in the air let 'em know you still

Yo I through, few of my man's
you and your friends
You, you, and you with the
In jeans, Chinese eyes

hair, Black girl ass
Let me pour you a of Belvi
Tell me all about your
Let me console soul while I palm your ass

And man did what? He ain't give you?
He cheated with her, I can't diss
I tell you this though get this dude
I'll teach you about dough and show you what do

It's a secret society, all we ask is trust but I don't bitches
Just bitches break up happy homes
seize misses you'll never get her back once you get a yacht
How you love How you love that?

Do my run this motherfucker?
Yeah, yeah, on
Or do my thugs run this
Yeah, yeah, on

Do my ladies run it fat and flat stomachs
Throw a hand in the air if it's the of the woman
Or my dogs run it, let 'em know that still gunnin'
Throw a drink in the air let 'em know you thuggin'

Ay, yo back woods rollin', rap you hold 'em
ROC gear matchin' crews Bleek is chillin', Murda is
What more can I say? We killin' 'em
Bags we still 'em, four wheels, we wheelin' them

like I'm feelin' him, yeah ma okay
Black jeans and Timberlands, them adrenaline rush
Ladies know the between them niggas and us
We the R-O-C and we don't
They don't make a gun that we pop

Matter fact don't make a car that we don't drop
Thought you knew don't make jewels that we don't cop
What you knew? You like the ROC ain't hot
Or the car I cop ain't missin' a top

And even if they don't make drops kind
I tear da roof off like I'm Rhymes motherfucker

Do my ladies run motherfucker?
Yeah, yeah, on
Or do my thugs run motherfucker?
Yeah, yeah, yeah on

Do my ladies run it fat asses and stomachs
Throw a hand in the air if it's the of the woman
Or my dogs run it, let 'em know that you're gunnin'
Throw a drink in the air let 'em you still thuggin'

Do my ladies run this

Or do my thugs run this
Uh-huh, okay,
on, come on

It's the R O C, we stop
R O C, we don't
R O C, we stop
Uh Bleek, the understanding niggas
Get your right, ha ha