Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

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

The takeover, the break's over
God MC, me,
Hey lil' you ain't ready for war
R.O.C. too for why y'all
like 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 in the triage
Bitch, reach ain't long enough, dunny
Your peeps ain't enough, fucker
Roc-A-Fella is the army, yet the navy
kidnap your babies, spit at your lady
We bring - knife to fistfight, kill drama
Uh, we kill you motherfucking ants with a
Don't let me do it to you dunny I overdo it
So you won't confuse it with just rap

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 this rap shit
Chris and Neef, we running 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 stacks than you
When I was pushing weight, back in
You was a ballerina I got pictures I seen ya
you dropped "Shook Ones," switch your demeanor
Well, we believe you, you need more people
Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we the classes
Nobody could you dudes like we do
Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't you
Trust me on this one, I'll you
Mind from spirit, body soul
have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole
No, you're not on my level get your brakes
I sold what ya whole album sold in my first
You don't want it with Hov'
Ask Nas, he don't it with Hov', no!

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

I you missing all the, fame!
But along with celebrity comes bout shots to your brain
Nigga, you a, lame!
Youse the fag model for Karl ads
Went from, Nas to Esco's trash
Had a spark when you but now you're just garbage
from top ten to not mentioned at all
To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse than yours
Matter fact you had the worst flow on the fuckin song
But I know - the sun don't shine, son don't shine
why your, lame! Career come to a end
There's only so long thugs can pretend
Nigga, you ain't live it you witnessed it your folks pad
You scribbled in notepad and created your life
I showed you your first tec on tour with Large
(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 it a hot line, I made it a hot song
And you ain't get a corn you was getting fucked and
I know who I God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your, brain! You you been in this ten
I've been in it five, 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 switch up your
Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick
(Get the fuck outta here) You niggas gon' learn to the king
Don't be the next contestant on that Jam screen
Because you who (who) did you know what (what)
With you know who (yeah) but just keep between me and you for now

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

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

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