Luyện nghe bài hát The Roc (just Fire)

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

My break I'm off it
I change I'm stuck in these ways
Airs sweats and Taurus
But I'm a do it for my
They end my chill wanna see what that villa be

Now that sound like?
Plus they know what a get down like
Turn bags from legs to wheels paint it peels
you fuckin' wit' a nigga that'll jump out raise the steel
I live way it's real dog no joke

Blow in ya bitch face piss in ya wheels
Slap ya custies, clap your workers, 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 I'll bang 'til it click
So run and tell ya the ruger come wit' two clips, dog

M won't leave my hood need me
Pop fa' who don't believe me?
We all but live like a diplomat
We get low when the low get it back

Here is something you understand
How I could just kill a man for cam
Me and my Roc fam, top billers man
We run the spot, ceilings fam

Hit the wall drop fans
Listen boar, man I show you how to a van
Up killers man and line the trunk
Keep a stash box for the nine and the
The coach walk you and he grind you up

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

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

Know my rules when the get hot
the gun blows and the shots fall 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 niggaz at will, I keep my Mac-Milli chilly chill
On the real
I make you niggaz feel this steel

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

I turn 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to
That to 100,000, in a housin'
Closed 'em all down dog, no one's in
I'm coppin' everything I'm wit' browsin'

It's the top don, palm, dot com
Get your rocked ma like Haseem Rahman
And I'm scary
CEO's all the frontin' necessary, I fuck wit' secretaries

All for it ain't necessary
They in love like the 14th of
Play 'em like April 1st before I slide off
It could be March 2nd, like July 4th

Halloween or Day
At your memorial be one from today
All think it's peace and peachy
I leave you reesy all my bitches rock

Christian Dior,
'Round phony niggaz get the jeebies
hoes say "Killa feed me feed me"
Calm down ma, easy,

Talk greasy, please me, get my man
Still rock ellesses, to squeeze me
He no tease but measly
Not angels killa please believe me

You now rollin' with thugs from the R O C
Niggaz despise the team Roc a fella
When the shit down you know who's doin' the poppin
easy

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