Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

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

The takeover, the over nigga
God MC, me,
Hey lil' soldier you ready for war
R.O.C. too strong for why
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 gon' win?
This is grown man B.I., get you rolled in the
Bitch, your reach long enough, dunny
peeps ain't strong enough, fucker
Roc-A-Fella is the army, yet the navy
Niggaz'll kidnap babies, spit at your lady
We - knife to fistfight, kill your drama
Uh, we kill you motherfucking ants with a
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 this rap
The Street Bully, we running this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic when it that's it
Freeway, we run this rap
O and Sparks, we this 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, I've got money bigger than you
I was pushing weight, back in eighty-eight
You was a ballerina I got pictures I seen ya
Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch demeanor
Well, we don't believe you, you more people
Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we the classes
Nobody could read you dudes we do
Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't you
me on this one, I'll detach you
Mind from spirit, body from
They'll to hold a mass, put your body in a hole
No, not on my level get your brakes tweaked
I sold what ya whole album sold in my first
You guys don't want it Hov'
Ask Nas, he don't want it Hov', no!

R.O.C., we this rap shit
B. Sigel, we running rap shit
M-Easy, we running this rap
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens it
O and Sparks, we this rap shit
Freeway, we run this rap
Chris and Neef, we running rap shit
(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!
the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco ads
Went from, Nas to Esco's trash
Had a spark you started but now you're just garbage
Fell top ten to not mentioned at all
To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better yours
Matter you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song
But I know - the sun don't shine, then son shine
That's why your, lame! Career to a end
There's only so long fake can pretend
Nigga, you ain't live it you witnessed it from your pad
You in your notepad and created your life
I showed you your first tec on with Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout tec on your dresser
So yeah I your voice, you was using it wrong
You made it a hot line, I made it a hot
And you ain't get a corn you was getting fucked and
I who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your, brain! You said you in this ten
been in it five, smarten up Nas
Four in ten years nigga? I could divide
That's one every say two, two of them shits was due
One was, no! The was "Illmatic"
That's a one hot album every ten year
And that's so, lame! switch up your flow
shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?
(Get the outta here) You niggas gon' learn to respect the king
Don't be the next on that Summer Jam screen
Because you know who (who) did you know (what)
With you who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now

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

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

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