Luyện nghe bài hát The Roc (just Fire)

Yeah yeah,
blazin' this shit, ya heard?
It's ya main man I'm niggaz holla

My I'm fresh off it
I never I'm stuck in these ways
Nike sweats and Taurus
But I'm a do it for my
They wanna end my chill see what that villa be

Now what that sound
they know what a clip get down like
Turn bags from bladders to wheels paint it peels
'Cuz you fuckin' a nigga that'll jump out raise the steel
I live this way it's real dog no

Blow smoke in ya bitch face piss in ya
Slap ya custies, your workers, dead the strip
ya connect, yap ya bitch

So let it be known I'm for my grizzly
The sergeant, the cap, the mac 60
For rookies and vets I'll bang 'til it
So run and tell ya duela the ruger come two clips, dog

M easy leave my hood need me
Pop fa' sheezy who believe me?
We all criminals but like a diplomat
We get low when the low get it back

Here is something you can't
How I could kill a man for killa cam
Me and my Roc killa fam, top man
We run the spot, drop fam

Hit the wall drop ceiling
Listen boar, man I you how to fill a van
Up with killers man and line the
Keep a stash box for the and the pump
The coach you through and he grind you up

What chu the dope or the weed?
How you want it packaged, in the cap or the
How you want me packin' the mac or the mag?
Yeah that bent get back, but listen scrap act real

And a wack that'll gag ya back
Block from ya swagger, ya swacks
It's the broad street bitch
I niggaz on the broadest streets
I house on the narrowest block

Know my rules the barrel get hot
When the gun blows and the shots and the smoke clear
Man I be hearin' you
hit up in the cross 'cuz I'm observin'

Nobody be missin' your loss 'cuz you it
South Philly kill at will, I keep my Mac-Milli chilly chill
On the really
'Fore I make you niggaz feel steel

Go 'head stupid go fuck wit' them chicks
I'm the third little piggy I'm a wit' them pricks
Better yet the I got pies and cakes
Nigga think doublin' is 5 to 8

I turn 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to
That to 100,000, in front a
Closed 'em all dog, no one's allowed in
I'm coppin' everything I'm done browsin'

the top don, glock palm, dot com
Get your shit rocked ma like Rahman
And I'm scary
CEO's all the ain't necessary, I fuck wit' secretaries

All for information it necessary
in love like the 14th of February
Play 'em like April 1st right before I off
It could be March 2nd, sound like 4th

or Memorial Day
At your memorial be one from today
All y'all think it's peace and
I leave you reesy piecy all my bitches

Dior, BCBG
'Round phony get the heeby jeebies
hoes say "Killa feed me feed me"
Calm ma, easy, easy

greasy, please me, get my man wheezy
Still rock ellesses, to appease me
He no tease but measly
Not doggy's angels killa please me

You now rollin' with thugs from the R O C
wanna despise the team Roc a fella
When the shit gets down you know doin' the poppin
Killa

those who disagree, my bullets you get 'em free
Roc a Roc a
Roc a Roc a Roc a Roc a
Roc in muh muh muhfucka