Luyện nghe bài hát Do My

Turn that louder
the Roc in this motherfucker, biotch
Oh yeah, bounce, uh uh,
Yeah, bounce, come on
Oh come, on bounce, on

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

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

Yo I come through, few of my
you and your friends
You, you, and you the Timbs
In tight jeans, Chinese

Indian hair, girl ass
Let me you a glass of Belvi
Tell me all about past
Let me console your while I palm your ass

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

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

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

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

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

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

Matter fact they don't a car that we don't drop
Thought you knew they don't make jewels that we cop
What you knew? You actin' 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 Busta motherfucker

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

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

Do my ladies run this

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

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