Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

R.O.C., we running rap shit
Memphis Bleek, we this rap shit
B. Mac, we this rap shit
Freeway, we run this rap
Oh and Sparks, we running this rap
Chris and Neef, we this rap shit

The takeover, the break's over
God MC, me,
Hey lil' you ain't ready for war
R.O.C. too for why y'all
It's like bringing a knife to a gunfight, pen to a
chest in the line of fire witcha thin-ass vest
You bringing them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys win?
This is grown man B.I., get you rolled in the
Bitch, your reach ain't long enough,
Your peeps ain't strong enough,
Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the
Niggaz'll kidnap babies, spit at your lady
We bring - knife to fistfight, kill your
Uh, we kill you motherfucking ants a sledgehammer
let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo it
So you won't it with just rap music

R.O.C., we this rap shit
M-Easy, we this rap shit
The Broad Street Bully, we running this rap
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens it
Freeway, we run rap shit
O and Sparks, we running this rap
Chris and Neef, we running this rap
(Watch out! We run New York)

I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold to crews
You little FUCK, got money stacks bigger than you
When I was pushing weight, in eighty-eight
You was a ballerina I got your pictures I ya
Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch demeanor
Well, we don't you, you need more people
Roc-A-Fella, of the game, we passed the classes
Nobody could you dudes like we do
Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't you
Trust me on this one, I'll you
Mind spirit, body from soul
They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a
No, you're not on my level get your brakes
I sold what ya whole sold in my first week
You guys don't want it with
Ask Nas, he don't it with Hov', no!

R.O.C., we this rap shit
B. Sigel, we this rap shit
M-Easy, we running rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens it
O and Sparks, we running this rap
Freeway, we run rap shit
Chris and Neef, we running rap shit
(Watch out! We run New York)

I you missing all the, fame!
But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to brain
Nigga, you a, lame!
Youse the fag for Karl Kani/Esco ads
Went from, Nas to Esco's trash
Had a when you started but now you're just garbage
Fell from top ten to not at all
To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better yours
Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin
But I know - the sun don't shine, son don't shine
why your, lame! Career come to a end
There's so long fake thugs can pretend
Nigga, you ain't live it you witnessed it your folks pad
You scribbled in notepad and created your life
I you your first tec on tour with Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) I heard your album bout your tec on your dresser
So yeah I sampled your voice, you was it wrong
You made it a hot line, I it a hot song
And you ain't get a corn nigga you was getting and
I who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your, brain! You said you been in ten
been in it five, smarten up Nas
Four in ten years nigga? I could divide
one every let's say two, two of them shits was due
One was, no! The was "Illmatic"
That's a one hot album every ten year
And that's so, lame! Nigga up your flow
Your shit is garbage, but you try and knowledge?
(Get the fuck outta here) You niggas gon' to respect the king
Don't be the next on that Summer Jam screen
Because you who (who) did you know what (what)
With you who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now

R.O.C., we running this rap
M-Easy, we running this rap
The Broad Street Bully, we this rap shit
Get zipped up in when it happens that's it

Freeway, we run this rap
O & Sparks, we this rap shit
Chris & Neef, we this rap shit
(Watch out! We run New York)

A wise man told me don't with fools
Cause people from a distance tell who is who
So with that childish shit, nigga I'm grown
Please leave it alone, don't rocks at the throne
Do not up that tree, that tree will fall on you
I don't know why your ain't forewarn you
Please, not Jay, he's, not for
I don't slack a minute, all that thug and gimmicks
I will end it, all that be finished
You are not deep, you your bed now sleep
make me expose to them folks that don't know you
Nigga I know you well, all the stolen
Twinkle toes you breaking my
You fuck with me, go play somewhere, I'm busy
And all you other throwing shots at Jigga
You get half a bar, fuck y'all niggas