Luyện nghe bài hát Excuse Me Miss Again (Remix)

WHOO!

Memph' Bleek always smokin that (HOO)
Sigel always smokin that la-la-la (HOO)
Kanye smoke like la-la-la (HOO)
It's the R.O.C. mami, sing our
C'mon!

Excuse me miss, I'm the
You come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the let's get right tonight mami

I know my English ain't as modest as you
But come, get some, you bums
I take the cake from under the thumbs
I the cake, get two of them for one
Then I move the weight like I'm son
Uh, I'll you how to do this son
don't mess with chicks in Burberry paddings
Fake Manolo straight from Steve Madden (u-uh)
He padded hisself the rap J.F.K., you wanna for my Jaqueline Onassis
Then, hop ya ass out that
Lay in that Maybach, roll the best grass, I ask
Have you in your life
ever a watch surrounded by this much pink ice?
Look but don't touch, motherfucker twice
'Cause the gat I clutch got a little red light
a light?

To that la-la-la
Beanie Sigel always smoking la-la-la
Memph' Bleek always that la-la-la
It's the R.O.C. mami, our lullaby
C'mon!

Excuse me miss, I'm the
You come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singin' let's get right mami

We got brothers full of Arm'i, mami's in
Bags by Chanel, all Vuitton logos
All attracted to Hov' because they know
When see him, whips be European
If you're a ten, you're with him
If you're a five, you know you ridin' with
with the pen nigga, no physician in the world could fix him
No prescription, you could prescribe to subside, his
not a sane man, he's more like reign man - twitchin'
You rain dance on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens can dead his
No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, nigga you
ain't Chris Rock bitch, it's the R.O.C. bitch
And I'm the franchise like a Rocket, Yao Ming!

Still that la-la-la
Memph' Bleek still smokin that
Sigel, Desert Eagle, the four-ty five
It's the R.O.C. baby, sing our
C'mon!

Excuse me miss, I'm the
You should come, with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singin' get right tonight mami

[Verse Three: Kanye
She playin she when I'm name droppin
So when I talk rap, she gon' topics
But I got a plan B that's planned out, for when don't pan out
Hov' tellin ya mind brother, I'ma play shy
So you the Destiny Child girl in the Coupe?
Then I'ma try bag the that got kicked out the group
I figured that'll be simple, I'll just help 'em their demo
'em to the limo, play the upboard instrumentals
And she - grabbed my tattoo, my credentials
And she - my pants, felt the potential
And I - rubbed every essential
That have fun her fundamentals
Excuse me miss, the of the new millenium
Has finally stopped drivin that Millenium
And got a good of trenny and filled it plenty of Henney
and Remi and weed, she higher than Hilliam

If she pass me, smoke la-la-la
Memphis Bleek smokin that la-la-la
Beanie Sigel, Eagle, the four-ty five
It's the R.O.C. bitch, sing our
C'mon!

Excuse me miss, I'm the
You should come, hang with me,
WHOA, all the singin' let's get right tonight, mami