Luyện nghe bài hát La, La, La

Memph Bleek always that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Sigel always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Neptunes smoke like la, la, la
(Hoo)
the ROC baby, sing 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 as modest as you like
But come, get some, you little
I take the cake from under the baker's
I bake the cake, get two of for one
Then I move the like I'm Oprah's son
Uhh, I you how to do this son
don't mess wit chicks in Burberry patterns
Fake Manolo boots from Steve Madden
(Un, uh)

He himself 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 long-legged
Ever seen a watch by this much pink ice?
(Uhh)
Look, but don't touch, muthafucker twice
'Cuz the gat that I got a little red light
a light?

To that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Sigel always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memph Bleek always that la, la, la
(Hoo)
It's the ROC mami, sing our
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)

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

He's not a sane man, like reign man twitchin'
You can't rain on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no chickens
Can his sickness
(Whoo)
No Ouija board, you see me dog, nigga you CB4
ain't Chris Rock, bitch, it's 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
Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to
It's the ROC baby, sing our
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', let's go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Forget English, talk language
I be all mamis like body painters
Pink necklace, strawberry wrist
Please excuse yourself, you're very
Don't confuse me wit out this, bitch
Run up on me at the light, you could lose life
must be smoking they la, la, la, la crack
.45 gun smoke, choke off

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

As we, that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memphis Bleek always that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel, eagle to fo' to five
(Hoo)
It's the ROC bitch, 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?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Do you me to do it
watch me now, uhh