Luyện nghe bài hát Roc The Mic (remix)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lee's eighteen entertainin 'em
Twenty-one when I'm it
ID for the fuck of it
I'm just a boy, somewhat new boy
If you get Nelly you'a settle for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One truck that seats six
to confuse the masses
Remove glasses, blow up in my ashes
I to drive my mama stuff
Now the school boy puttin' twenties on the Pop truck
I make rappers go back to the
They be "maybe I was better off selling rocks"
I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be
And I got enough skunk to fill the whole
I trips with chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a place to dump

Mister 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 fast all you niggas in horses
Randy Moss', I play I wanna
Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say what I
Around six in the six the throwback
Sixers, six Julius Irv'
Cris and the herb, make it to swirve
Throw your hands up, if you bang your rim on the curb
You hit while you was makin a turn
I strike a nerve and old wantin' a comeback
I got repsect but lost and that's a fact
Like K, nooone here even said name
R, You really guilty bout something man
S, Sad to see you really just want
One hit please please!
You the first old man who should get a pension
No we ain't system call this mic
I'm snitching? fact stay the fuck out the kitchen
Nelly kickin' with too dimensions
Mid west, and we aim about mid
Duked on my side, too many in my
Coupe who the fuck want a ride?

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

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

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