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, this the one here baby!
I you dog!

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

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

It's Free,
trees with Mac Mittens
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) Smith and precision
Bring the broads down with
(Leave a mess in crib)
Caught a nigga?
(You with some 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 where you live
It's Freeway in the place with my
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
50 shots still will turn the club out ho

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

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

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

Murphy Lee's 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
Twenty-Twos to the masses
Remove glasses, smoke up in my ashes
I used to drive my mama
Now the school boy puttin' twenties on the Pop truck
I make go back to the block
They be like "maybe I was better off rocks"
I'm Murphey Lee in the to be punk
And I got enough skunk to the whole blunt
I take trips with chumps up in my
And I take 'em real far to a place to dump

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

It's in the place with State P
And we got what it takes to the the mic right yeah!
Still watch 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 burner bang yo-self!
All a need to one yo self
Go get the burner nigga yo-self!
Yeah yeah! It's the, the Roc nigga
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!