Luyện nghe bài hát Roc The Mic (remix)

You know we had to do a remix
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 will knock ass the fuck out

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

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

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

It's Freeway in the place 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 dump the D-E

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

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

Lee's eighteen entertainin 'em
Twenty-one when I'm it
ID for the fuck of it
I'm just a school boy, new boy
If you get Nelly you'a settle for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One that seats six asses
Twenty-Twos to confuse the
Remove glasses, smoke up in my ashes
I used to drive my stuff
Now the school boy twenties on the Bomb Pop truck
I rappers 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 fill the blunt
I take trips chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a safe to dump

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

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

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

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