Luyện nghe bài hát La, La, La (Excuse Me Again)

Memph Bleek always that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Neptunes track smoke 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 ain't as modest as you
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 like I'm son
Uhh, I show you how to do son
Young don't wit chicks in Burberry patterns
Fake Manolo boots straight Steve Madden
(Un, uh)

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

To that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memph always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
the ROC mami, 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?)
up, skip all the singin', lets go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

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

He's not a man, more like reign man twitchin'
You can't rain dance on his
No voodoo, no headless chickens
Can his sickness
(Whoo)
No board, you can't see me dog, nigga you CB4
This ain't Chris Rock, bitch, it's the ROC
And I'm the franchise a Houston Rocket

(Yao Ming)

Still smoking la, la, la
Memph still smoking that la, la, la
Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to
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', let's go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

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

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

As we, smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memphis Bleek always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel, eagle to fo' to five
(Hoo)
the ROC bitch, 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, skip all the singin', go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Do you me to do it
Come me now, uhh