Luyện nghe bài hát You, Me, Him And Her

Told y'all, Dynasty, Roc-A-Fella Records, you me?
Unstoppable, niggaz! Uhh
Memph Bleek, Amil-lion, Sigel ya heard?
a Dynasty! Who do you believe?

Jigga Man, mo' better, mo'
knock the man off your Polo sweater
Roll with the R O
Remember me? The used to fail us
Now it's mo' scrilla, hoe killers, fo'-wheelers, we

Oh, please feel us, we heat
Fightin'? Listen boy, Roy Jones couldn't us
The thickens, the block clickin'
We got the game tied up, stop

Jigga Man Sigel Sigel y'all
Memph what? Amil-lion, uhh

Cat be him, El
The fire I spit down Happyland
Social Club, we unapproachable thugs, non-social, postal
Great aim, harm the arm close to your
Like a supposed to, Shawn

I thought I told you, these just vocals
Don't me take it to the old school
I put holes through hoes too
Through your clothes to the foes to the close to you, fuck it

Fuck it, Jigga Man Sigel Sigel y'all
Amil-lion what? Bleek

dudes don't, get it, come wid' it
Fifth loaded slugs that'll rest in your fitted
M dot E-M, the Roc be them
Got the sayin' look, who can stop be them?
You press your dumb luck, get blam blam-ed up

I crush your larynx, you talk us nigga, no obituary, I get it critical
You know Memph'll hit the pall liftin' you
I cock the plastic, make 'em drop the casket
When it's hot, I'm blastin', it's the Roc, you

Man what? Amil-lion yeah
Memph Bleek huh? Sigel c'mon

Spit acid,
Witcha smash hit, get your bullshit smashed in
Niggaz wanna front and get
Bet the ruger your right side a nice-sized lump
Nigga, we are, the squad

You can dream hard but is
We push the dream cars, fuck the broads
Puff the raw, we as real as it get, we the R-O-C dot A dot Fellas
Bitches don't talk to us, the hoes they us

Nigga, Jigga Man what? Memph huh?
Amil-lion yeah, Sigel rap

R dot O dot C dot
From to mind pop, I move out stop
Shower your mind block, move out glocks
Raw to the cook, look, out them blocks

it to the bucks who be grindin' it up
Usually it to the dubs so they diamond it up
Competition, 'em up
Forty-five A C P, let me lime 'em up
You want, what? Well silence it up

Since a young buck, violent as
Wettin' me dog, the high will do it, I used to off embalmin' fluid
I niggaz to the trauma unit, forty-five or the nine'll do it
I fuck around and have moms go through it, I'm a beast

Shit, niggaz always wanna ye shit, then wanna cease shit
When they motherfuckin' hit
But I don't nothin', I decease som'un
I fuck around and have you sleepin' som'un

Jigga Man what? Sigel y'all
Bleek uh, Amil-lion right

Yo, A to the M-I,
the semi, leave niggaz faced with a dilemmi
Am I, run or stay, can I
Get away no you can't I surrendi?
And I, bop, Mercedes hot
In my way through the like Lady Di

Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel
Memph what? Amil-lion uhh