Luyện nghe bài hát Roc The Mic (remix)

You we had to do a remix 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!
Still what you say to B. Sig
'Cause I still will knock your ass the out

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

Free, listen
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)
a play nigga?
(You with some made niggas)
Hit him the AK nigga (free no you didn't)
Yes I did
Overpayed shit? Wait a minute, when this
Snatch the cake up out his
(Then slide, uh)
I'm like the baker with pies (Then rise)
Set up and distribute where you live
It's Freeway in the with my squad
And we got what it to dump the K, flip your ride!

B Sig in the place with State P
And I got what it to rock the mic right yeah!
Still what you say to Young freak
50 shots still will turn the club out ho

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

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

Murph 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 what it takes to shake the whole

Murphy Lee's eighteen 'em
when I'm clubbin' it
Fake ID for the of it
I'm a school boy, somewhat new boy
If you can't get Nelly settle for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One truck that seats six
to confuse the masses
Remove glasses, blow smoke up in my
I used to my mama stuff
Now the boy puttin' twenties on the Bomb Pop truck
I make rappers go back to the
They be like "maybe I was off selling rocks"
I'm Lee in the place to be punk
And I got skunk to fill the whole blunt
I trips with chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a safe place to

It's Mister
I'm ya dirty go head and lay down
Finance a pay-down, heard what I said
See how I procede with
My whip fast all you niggas in horses
Moss', I play when I wanna
Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say I wanna
Around six in the six the throwback
Sixers, number six Irv'
and the herb, make it hard to swirve
Throw your up, if you didn't bang your rim on the curb
You gettin't hit while you was a turn
I strike a nerve and old wantin' a comeback
I got but it's lost and that's a fact
Like K, nooone here even said your
R, You really feeling bout something man
S, Sad to see you just want just
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? Matter fact stay the out the kitchen
kickin' with too many dimensions
Mid west, and we aim about mid
on my side, too many in my tribe
Coupe outside who the want a ride?

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

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 the D-E yeah

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