Luyện nghe bài hát La, La, La

Memph Bleek always that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
track smoke like la, la, la
(Hoo)
It's the ROC baby, 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?)
up, skip all the singin', lets go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

I know my English ain't as modest as you
But come, get some, you bums
I take the cake from under the thumbs
I bake the cake, get two of for one
I move the weight like I'm Oprah's son
Uhh, I show you how to do son
Young don't mess wit chicks in 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 S class
Lay in that maebach, roll the best grass, I ask
Have you in your life
Ever seen a surrounded by this much pink ice?
(Uhh)
Look, but don't touch, think twice
'Cuz the gat that I clutch got a red light
Need a

To smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel always that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memph Bleek smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
the ROC mami, 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)

We got brothers of Arme, mamis in Manolo
Bags by Chanel, Louis Vuitton
All attracted to Hov' because they dough
When they see him, which be
If you're a teen you're wit him
(Ten)
If you're a five you you ridin' wit them
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, more like man twitchin'
You can't rain dance on his
No voodoo, no headless chickens
Can his sickness
(Whoo)
No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, you CB4
ain't Chris Rock, bitch, it's the ROC bitch
And I'm the franchise like a Houston

(Yao Ming)

Still smoking la, la, la
Memph Bleek smoking that la, la, la
Beanie Sigel, eagle to fo' to five
It's the ROC baby, 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?)
up, skip all the singin', let's go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

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

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

As we, smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memphis Bleek always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel, eagle to fo' to five
(Hoo)
the ROC bitch, 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', let's go ride tonight,
(Come on now, uhh)

Do you me to do it
watch me now, uhh