Luyện nghe bài hát Roc the Mic

[Beanie Ho, ho
[Freeway]:
Sigel]: Holla
[Freeway]: Bounce, bounce,

Sigel]:
It's B. Sig in the place with Young
And I got it takes to rock the mic right
Still watch what you say out your
Cause 50 shots still burn the club out

[Verse 1 -
I miss the hood when I'm travelin', get neck when I'm
Chicks wood when I'm travelin'
a Lex cause the click fit good in the Caravan
Slide through hood like an avalanche
Take a if you get a chance get that close
an advance, cause I get that dough
Beef with me, enemies sleep with me for breakfast
to eat this toast
I'm reckless, firestarter, your folks
A starvin' artist that a eat ya'll tracks, so bring 'em around
I be around 'Ricans vida
They all got the toasters, don't no gats
I got six leave 'em around
So I don't get around haters around when I leave
In the winter, rock short sleaves the pound
the heat blastin', keep actin' the heat blastin'
Techno Marine shinin', Marine fashion back 'em
Niggas gon' keep hatin' and my click gon' grindin'
Keep movin', lockin' the

It's in the place with B. Sig
And I got what it takes to the mic right, yeah
Still watch you say to me prick
Cause I got what it takes to the AK clip

Sigel]:
It's B. Sig in the place with Free
And I got what it takes to the mic right, yeah
watch what you sy out your mouth
Cause 50 shot still will the club out, ho

2 - Beanie Sigel]:
It's Mack, daddy, young,
No he the OG gangsta
Yes I is, on don't test I kid
I firebomb cribs Left Eye did
Notorious that Bed-Stuy kid, B.I.G. or small you can get it
Dead wrong, like tryin' to a strong armored midget
I the nine out my pocket I'm lyin'
I pull the Mac out the closet, start
For you cats outta pocket, stop
that, get back, clap iron
You know, stay low, firin', uh
I put the led in the gat, the metal go
I lay cats flat on back, stop fuckin' with this radical cat
You fuck around and need a cat
The led'll go clap, your go back, uh
It's B. Sig in the to be
With two heater on the waist of me, man who's me

[Verse 3 -
Big nickels down your way trip
Get folded down way, got soldiers down your way
Keep quiet down way no lip
All of ya'll need to run
Go get the burna nigga, bang
Or I come through with the make you lose yo' health
Fast, roll with dashes, like Cassius Clay
Move yay like caskets, there's a will a way
my thirst, move yay through traffic
Without Sprite, Nike's
I do it bar break your basket
Yeah, you damn right, ice
I up to your honey car and stuff her basket
International post player, circle the
You don't wanna be ho playas, circle the
over backwards, without searchin' for backwoods

x2]

All of ya'll need to run
Go get the burna bang yo'self
All of need to run yo'self
Go get the nigga bang yo'self
Shit, shit, it's the, it's the Roc nigga, whoo, whoo,
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