Luyện nghe bài hát La, La, La

Memph Bleek smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Neptunes track smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
It's the ROC baby, our lullaby
on

Excuse me miss, I'm the
(Do you me to do it?)
You come, hang wit me, basically
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, all the singin', lets go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

I know my English ain't as as you like
But come, get some, you bums
I take the cake under the baker's thumbs
I bake the cake, get two of for one
Then I move the weight I'm Oprah's son
Uhh, I show you how to do son
Young don't mess wit chicks in Burberry
Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve
(Un, uh)

He padded the rap J F K
You wanna for my Jaqueline Onassis
Then hop ya ass out that S
Lay back in that maebach, roll the grass, I ask
Have you in your life
Ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink
(Uhh)
Look, but don't touch, think twice
'Cuz the gat that I clutch got a red light
a light?

To that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel always that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memph always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
It's the ROC mami, our lullaby
on

Excuse me miss, I'm the
(Do you me to do it?)
You should come, hang wit me,
(Do you me to do it?)
up, skip all the singin', lets go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

We got brothers full of Arme, mamis in
Bags by Chanel, Vuitton logos
All attracted to Hov' they know dough
When they see him, be European
If you're a teen you're wit him
(Ten)
If you're a five you you ridin' wit them
Sick wit the pen nigga, no position in the world fix him
No prescription you could prescribe to subside his

He's not a sane man, more like man twitchin'
You rain dance on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no chickens
Can dead his
(Whoo)
No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, you CB4
This ain't Chris Rock, bitch, the ROC bitch
And I'm the like a Houston Rocket

(Yao Ming)

Still that la, la, la
Memph Bleek still smoking la, la, la
Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to five
It's the ROC baby, sing our
on

Excuse me miss, I'm the
(Do you me to do it?)
You should come, hang wit me,
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', let's go ride tonight,
(Come on now, uhh)

Forget English, body language
I be all over like body painters
Pink diamond necklace, strawberry
Please excuse yourself, very sick
Don't confuse me wit out this, bitch
Run up on me at the light, you could your life
Muh'fuckas must be they la, la, la, la crack
.45 gun smoke, choke off

to the music, I ain't wit all that
Plus the feds my music I get all that
I'm the public number one
industry number two is my whole crew R O C
And I ain't concerned wit' who like me, who you
gay, I ain't into likin' dudes no way
But get a pen, I can tell you pricks my for the future
I never make the news again, my shoot ya

As we, smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
Bleek always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel, eagle to fo' to five
(Hoo)
It's the ROC bitch, sing our
on

Excuse me miss, I'm the
(Do you me to do it?)
You should come, hang wit me,
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Do you me to do it
Come me now, uhh