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

Memph Bleek always that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel always 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 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)

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 the cake, get two of them for one
Then I the weight like I'm Oprah's son
Uhh, I you how to do this son
Young don't mess wit chicks in Burberry
Fake Manolo boots straight Steve Madden
(Un, uh)

He himself the rap J F K
You wanna pass for my Jaqueline
Then hop ya ass out that S
Lay back in that maebach, the best grass, I ask
you in your long-legged life
Ever seen a watch by this much pink ice?
(Uhh)
Look, but don't touch, muthafucker think
'Cuz the gat that I clutch got a red light
Need a

To smoke 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, 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, skip all the singin', lets go ride tonight,
(Come on now, uhh)

We got brothers of Arme, mamis in Manolo
Bags by Chanel, Louis logos
All attracted to Hov' because know dough
they 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 prescription you could to subside his affliction

He's not a sane man, like reign man twitchin'
You can't 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, it's the ROC
And I'm the franchise a Houston Rocket

(Yao Ming)

Still smoking la, la, la
Bleek still smoking that la, la, la
Beanie Sigel, desert to fo' to five
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, skip all the singin', let's go ride tonight,
(Come on now, uhh)

English, talk body language
I be all over mamis body painters
Pink necklace, strawberry wrist
Please yourself, you're very sick
confuse me wit marbury out this, bitch
Run up on me at the light, you could lose life
Muh'fuckas must be smoking la, la, la, la crack
.45 gun smoke, choke off

to the music, I ain't wit all that
Plus the tappin' my music I get all that
I'm the public industry one
Public industry number two is my crew R O C
And I ain't wit' who like me, who like you
gay, I ain't into likin' dudes no way
But get a pen, I can tell you pricks my plans for the
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, desert 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, 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