Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

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

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

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

I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to
You little FUCK, got money stacks bigger than you
When I was pushing weight, back in
You was a ballerina I got your pictures I ya
Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch your
Well, we believe you, you need more people
Roc-A-Fella, of the game, we passed the classes
Nobody read you dudes like we do
Don't let 'em gas you like is ass and won't clap you
Trust me on one, I'll detach you
from spirit, body from soul
They'll to hold a mass, put your body in a hole
No, you're not on my level get brakes tweaked
I sold what ya whole sold in my first week
You guys don't want it with
Ask Nas, he don't want it Hov', no!

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

I know you all the, fame!
But along celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your brain
Nigga, you a, lame!
Youse the fag model for Karl ads
Went from, Nasty Nas to trash
Had a spark when you started but now just garbage
Fell top ten to not mentioned at all
To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than
Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole song
But I know - the sun don't shine, son don't shine
That's why your, lame! Career to a end
There's only so long fake thugs can
Nigga, you ain't live it you witnessed it from your pad
You scribbled in your and created your life
I showed you your first tec on tour with Large
(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your bout your tec on your dresser
So I sampled your voice, you was using it wrong
You made it a hot line, I it a hot song
And you ain't get a nigga you was getting fucked and
I who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your, brain! You said you been in ten
I've been in it five, up Nas
Four in ten years nigga? I could divide
That's one every let's say two, two of them was due
One was, no! The was "Illmatic"
a one hot album every ten year average
And that's so, lame! Nigga switch up your
Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick
(Get the fuck outta here) You niggas learn to respect the king
Don't be the contestant on that Summer Jam screen
Because you know who (who) did you what (what)
With you 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 when it that's it

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

A wise man told me don't argue fools
people from a distance can't tell who is who
So stop with that shit, nigga I'm grown
Please it alone, don't throw rocks at the throne
Do not bark up tree, that tree will fall on you
I don't know why your advisors ain't you
Please, not Jay, he's, not for
I don't slack a minute, all 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 don't know you
I know you well, all the stolen jewels
Twinkle toes you breaking my
You can't fuck with me, go play somewhere, I'm
And all you other cats throwing at Jigga
You only get half a bar, fuck y'all