Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

R.O.C., we running rap shit
Memphis Bleek, we running this rap
B. Mac, we running this rap
Freeway, we run this rap
Oh and Sparks, we running this rap
Chris and Neef, we this rap shit

The takeover, the over nigga
God MC, me,
Hey soldier you ain't ready for war
R.O.C. too for why y'all
It's bringing a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
chest in the line of fire witcha thin-ass vest
You them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon' win?
This is grown man B.I., get you rolled in the
Bitch, reach ain't long enough, dunny
peeps ain't strong enough, fucker
Roc-A-Fella is the army, yet the navy
Niggaz'll kidnap your babies, spit at lady
We bring - knife to fistfight, kill your
Uh, we kill you ants with a sledgehammer
let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo it
So you won't it with just rap music

R.O.C., we running rap shit
M-Easy, we this rap shit
The Broad Street Bully, we running this rap
Get zipped up in plastic when it that's it
Freeway, we run this rap
O and Sparks, we running rap shit
Chris and Neef, we running rap shit
(Watch out! We run New York)

I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I triggers to crews
You little FUCK, I've got money stacks than you
When I was pushing weight, in eighty-eight
You was a ballerina I got your I seen ya
Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch your
Well, we believe you, you need more people
Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we the classes
could read you dudes like we do
Don't let 'em gas you Jigga is ass and won't clap you
Trust me on this one, detach you
Mind spirit, body from soul
They'll have to a mass, put your body in a hole
No, you're not on my get your brakes tweaked
I sold what ya whole album sold in my week
You guys don't want it Hov'
Ask Nas, he want it with Hov', no!

R.O.C., we running rap shit
B. Sigel, we this rap shit
M-Easy, we running rap shit
Get zipped up in when it happens that's it
O and Sparks, we running rap shit
Freeway, we run this rap
Chris and Neef, we running this rap
(Watch out! We run New York)

I you missing all the, fame!
But along with celebrity comes seventy shots to your brain
Nigga, you a, lame!
Youse the fag model for Kani/Esco ads
from, Nasty Nas to Esco's trash
Had a spark you started but now you're just garbage
Fell from top ten to not at all
To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse than yours
fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song
But I know - the sun shine, then son don't shine
That's why your, lame! come to a end
There's only so long fake can pretend
Nigga, you ain't live it you witnessed it from folks pad
You in your notepad and created your life
I showed you first tec on tour with Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout your tec on dresser
So yeah I sampled your voice, you was it wrong
You made it a hot line, I made it a hot
And you ain't get a corn nigga you was fucked and
I who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your, brain! You you been in this ten
I've in it five, smarten up Nas
Four albums in ten nigga? I could divide
That's one every let's say two, two of shits was due
One was, no! The was "Illmatic"
That's a one hot album every ten average
And that's so, lame! Nigga up your flow
Your shit is garbage, but you try and knowledge?
(Get the fuck outta here) You niggas gon' learn to respect the
be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen
Because you know who (who) did you what (what)
you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now

R.O.C., we running this rap
M-Easy, we running rap shit
The Broad Street Bully, we running this rap
Get zipped up in plastic it happens that's it

Freeway, we run rap shit
O & Sparks, we running rap shit
Chris & Neef, we running rap shit
(Watch out! We run New York)

A wise man told me don't argue fools
Cause from a distance can't tell who is who
So stop with that childish shit, I'm grown
Please leave it alone, don't rocks at the throne
Do not bark up that tree, that will fall on you
I know why your advisors ain't forewarn you
Please, not Jay, he's, not for
I slack a minute, all that thug rapping and gimmicks
I end it, all that yapping be finished
You are not deep, you made bed now sleep
Don't make me expose to them folks that don't you
Nigga I know you well, all the stolen
Twinkle toes you breaking my
You can't with me, go play somewhere, I'm busy
And all you cats throwing shots at Jigga
You only get half a bar, y'all niggas