Luyện nghe bài hát Roc The Mic

You we had to do a remix right?
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! (free)
All you Gunnerz!
Hey Just, this the one right baby!
I you dog!

B Sig in the place with State P
And we got it takes to rock the mic right yeah!
watch what you say to B. Sig
'Cause I still knock your ass the fuck out

I bring the hood when I'm
backwoods unraveling
Scrap smoke good we traveling
Forget the Mac's the K's fit good in the Caravan
I up your hood like the hammer man
Bring gat, better bust it if you get that close
You're scared to clap better strap folks (strap, your, folks)
Who want beef with P,
Enemies try to to me
Negative don't get that close

It's Free,
Blow trees with Mac
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) Smith and Wesson
the broads down with ribbons
(Leave a mess in crib)
Caught a nigga?
(You fucking with made niggas)
Hit him the AK nigga (free no you didn't)
Yes I did
Overpayed shit? a minute, when this fakin
the cake up out his crib
(Then slide, uh)
I'm like the baker with pies (Then rise)
Set up shop and distribute you live
It's Freeway in the place with my
And we got what it takes to dump the K, your ride!

It's B Sig in the place State P
And I got what it takes to rock the mic yeah!
Still watch what you say to freak
'Cause 50 still will turn the club out ho

It's Freeway in the place with P
And we got what it takes to the rock the mic Yeah!
Still watch you say to B Sig
'Cause we got what it takes to the D-E yeah

Nelly in the place with Murph Lee
And I got what it takes to rock the mic yeah!
You better watch what you say herre
'Cause theres somethin on my to make the whole place break

It's dun in the place with Nelly
And I got what it takes to the mic right yeah!
You better what you say to my face
'Cause I got it takes to shake the whole place

Murphy Lee's entertainin 'em
Twenty-one when I'm it
ID for the fuck of it
I'm a school boy, somewhat new boy
If you can't get Nelly you'a for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One that seats six asses
Twenty-Twos to confuse the
Remove glasses, blow smoke up in my
I used to drive my mama
Now the school boy puttin' twenties on the Bomb Pop
I make rappers go to the block
They be like "maybe I was off selling rocks"
I'm Lee in the place to be punk
And I got enough skunk to the whole blunt
I take with chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a place to dump

It's countdown
I'm ya dirty go head and lay down
Finance a pay-down, what I said now?
See how I procede caution
My whip crack all you niggas in horses
Moss', I play when I wanna
Nut check, gut check, I say what I wanna
Around six in the six the throwback
Sixers, number six Irv'
Cris and the herb, it hard to swirve
Throw your hands up, if you bang your rim on the curb
You gettin't hit you was makin a turn
I strike a nerve and old wantin' a comeback
I got repsect but it's lost and a fact
Like K, nooone here even said name
R, You really feeling guilty bout man
S, Sad to see you really just just
One more hit please!
You the first old man who get a rapper's pension
No we ain't call this mic invention
I'm snitching? Matter stay the fuck out the kitchen
kickin' with too many dimensions
Mid west, and we aim mid chest
on my side, too many in my tribe
Coupe outside who the want a ride?

It's in the place with Murph Lee
And I got what it takes to the mic right yeah!
You better what you say around herre
'Cause theres somethin on my waste to the whole place break

It's Freeway in the place State P
And we got what it takes to the the mic right yeah!
Still what you say to B Sig
'Cause we got it takes to dump the D-E yeah

All a need to one yo self
Go get the nigga bang yo-self!
All a y'all need to one yo
Go get the burner nigga yo-self!
Yeah yeah! the, it's the Roc nigga
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!