Luyện nghe bài hát La, La, La

Memph Bleek smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Sigel always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Neptunes track like la, la, la
(Hoo)
the ROC baby, sing our lullaby
on

Excuse me miss, I'm the
(Do you me to do it?)
You should come, wit me, basically
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

I know my ain't as modest as you like
But come, get some, you little
I take the cake under the baker's thumbs
I bake the cake, get two of for one
Then I the weight like I'm Oprah's son
Uhh, I you how to do this son
Young mess wit chicks in Burberry patterns
Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden
(Un, uh)

He padded the rap J F K
You pass for my Jaqueline Onassis
Then hop ya ass out that S
Lay back in that maebach, the best grass, I ask
you in your long-legged life
Ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink
(Uhh)
Look, but don't touch, muthafucker twice
'Cuz the gat that I clutch got a red light
a light?

To smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
Sigel always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memph Bleek always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
It's the ROC mami, our lullaby
on

Excuse me miss, I'm the
(Do you me to do it?)
You come, hang wit me, basically
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, all the singin', lets go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

We got brothers full of Arme, in Manolo
Bags by Chanel, Vuitton logos
All to Hov' because they know dough
When see him, which be European
If you're a chances you're wit him
(Ten)
If you're a five you know you ridin' wit
wit the pen nigga, no position in the world could fix him
No prescription you could prescribe to his affliction

He's not a sane man, like reign man twitchin'
You can't dance on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no chickens
Can dead his
(Whoo)
No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, you CB4
This ain't Chris Rock, bitch, the ROC bitch
And I'm the franchise like a Houston

(Yao Ming)

Still that la, la, la
Memph still smoking that la, la, la
Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to
It's the ROC baby, sing our
on

Excuse me miss, I'm the
(Do you me to do it?)
You come, hang wit me, basically
(Do you me to do it?)
up, skip all the singin', let's go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Forget English, talk body
I be all over mamis body painters
Pink necklace, strawberry wrist
Please excuse yourself, you're very
Don't me wit marbury out this, bitch
Run up on me at the light, you lose your life
Muh'fuckas be smoking they la, la, la, la crack
.45 gun smoke, choke off

to the music, I ain't wit all that
Plus the feds my music I get all that
I'm the public industry one
Public industry number two is my crew R O C
And I ain't concerned wit' who me, who like you
That's gay, I ain't likin' dudes no way
But get a pen, I can tell you pricks my for the future
I never make the again, my man'll shoot ya

As we, smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memphis Bleek smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel, desert to fo' to five
(Hoo)
It's the ROC bitch, sing our
on

Excuse me miss, I'm the
(Do you me to do it?)
You should come, hang wit me,
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Do you me to do it
Come me now, uhh