Luyện nghe bài hát Rock The Body

(Tracey Lee):
Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah,
For the '98 is how we do
Queen Pen y'all, Lee y'all
on y'all, D-dot y'all
on

(Queen Pen):
For all the in the ghetto
That's holdin' own
the body
(Tracey Lee):
For all my out
Dogs in the club out
the body
(Queen Pen):
And if you know it's a fact
That we got back
the body
(Tracey Lee):
Ain't no
and Tray Lee turn it out
Rock the

:
(Tracey Lee):
Lyrically I spray y'all, it's y'all
Slay y'all it ain't hard to face me
y'all niggaz like A.C.
Stay armed in case these cats want to on me
or be killed, I'm God-sent
My making shit bounce like Spaulding
Y'all know mke Tray flow en fuego
Its T. Lee spitting and I'm down with the

(Queen Pen):
Radio play just really advances my
With big time niggaz holdin' finances
Ghetto star just about the whole of my
Got in the back of my head like mice
ya chat bat boy, I lived it
I figure you just up in the morning
And blamed it on a nigga, the type of nigga
I leave at the bar
Have your ass waiting for my car tomorrow
It's them lame chicks that it up for us
around the club being a bag of darts
A bonafide child I got in this
Holding down fort, real Brooklyn
Weed in fry talon dreads was rich
Ain't nothing since '86
We stopped transportin', making hits
Ghetto the start, Queen represent

(Queen Pen):
For all the in the ghetto
holdin' there own
Rock the body, rock the body,
(Tracey Lee):
For all my out
Dogs in the club out
the body, rock the body, rock
(Queen Pen):
And if you that it's a fact
That we got your
Rock the body, rock the body,
(Tracey Lee):
no doubt
Queen and Lee turn it out
Rock the body, rock the body,

(Queen Pen):
Niggaz talk shit on the
And those be the one's that's y'all
Whether east or west D ya
Tray Lee and the Pen murderer
If not real boo then why bother
Tell me why windows shot wit bags of
Jack yo ass up like my baby
I jack your ass up like my baby father

(Tracey Lee):
When Tray Lee come through it's party
But a party ain't a party till you spark a
Y'all can hate but I'm a make ass shake
Still got the steel by the waist runnin' y'all
Me and Queen Pen find us at the bar
I still owe dough, so who I gotta get to break
RNF niggaz who for the weekend
Still drinkin', hey still the club with hoes
They us on Keenan
You with pros, goddamn
Future of the game turning cats into what happen
Like Brains, ain't change
Still spit on, still everything that I get on
Still be in the with Timbs on
Raw dog forever, I got something for all

(Repeat 2 til end)