Luyện nghe bài hát Roc The Mic

You we had to do a remix right?
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! (free)
All you Gunnerz!
Hey Just, this the one here baby!
I you dog!

It's B Sig in the place with P
And we got it takes to rock the mic right yeah!
watch what you say to B. Sig
'Cause I still will your ass the fuck out

I bring the hood I'm traveling
backwoods unraveling
Scrap good when we traveling
Forget the Mac's the K's fit good in the Caravan
I clap up hood like the hammer man
Bring your gat, bust it if you get that close
You're to clap better strap your folks (strap, your, folks)
Who want beef with P,
try to speak to me
Negative they don't get close

It's Free,
Blow trees Mac Mittens
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) and Wesson precision
Bring the broads with ribbons
(Leave a mess in crib)
a play nigga?
(You with some made niggas)
Hit him with the AK (free no you didn't)
Yes I did
Overpayed shit? a minute, when this fakin
Snatch the up out his crib
(Then slide, uh)
I'm like the baker with pies (Then rise)
Set up and distribute where you live
Freeway in the place with my squad
And we got it takes to dump the K, flip your ride!

It's B Sig in the place State P
And I got what it takes to rock the mic yeah!
Still watch you say to Young freak
'Cause 50 shots still will the club out ho

It's Freeway in the place with P
And we got what it takes to the the mic right Yeah!
Still watch you say to B Sig
we got what it takes to dump the D-E yeah

It's Nelly in the with Murph Lee
And I got what it takes to the mic right yeah!
You better watch you say around herre
theres somethin on my waste to make the whole place break

It's dun in the place with Nelly
And I got what it to rock the mic right yeah!
You watch what you say to my face
'Cause I got it takes to shake the whole place

Murphy eighteen entertainin 'em
Twenty-one I'm clubbin' it
Fake ID for the of it
I'm a school boy, somewhat new boy
If you can't get Nelly you'a for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One that seats six asses
Twenty-Twos to the masses
Remove glasses, blow smoke up in my
I used to drive my mama
Now the school boy puttin' on the Bomb Pop truck
I rappers go back to the block
They be like "maybe I was off selling rocks"
I'm Murphey Lee in the to be punk
And I got enough skunk to fill the whole
I trips with chumps up in my trunk
And I 'em real far to a safe place to dump

Mister countdown
I'm with ya dirty go head and lay
Finance a pay-down, what I said now?
See how I procede caution
My whip crack fast all you in horses
Randy Moss', I when I wanna
Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say what I
six in the six with the throwback
Sixers, number six Julius
Cris and the herb, make it to swirve
your hands up, if you didn't bang your rim on the curb
You gettin't hit while you was a turn
I strike a and old MC's wantin' a comeback
I got repsect but lost and that's a fact
Like K, nooone here even your name
R, You feeling guilty bout something man
S, Sad to see you really want just
One more hit please!
You the first old man who should get a rapper's
No we ain't call this mic invention
I'm snitching? Matter stay the fuck out the kitchen
Nelly kickin' with too many
Mid west, and we aim about mid
Duked on my side, too in my tribe
Coupe outside who the want a ride?

It's Nelly in the with Murph Lee
And I got what it takes to rock the mic yeah!
You better watch what you say around
'Cause theres on my waste to make the whole place break

It's Freeway in the with State P
And we got what it to the rock the mic right yeah!
Still what you say to B Sig
'Cause we got what it takes to dump the D-E

All a y'all to one yo self
Go get the burner nigga yo-self!
All a need to one yo self
Go get the nigga bang yo-self!
Yeah yeah! the, it's the Roc nigga
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!