Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

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

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

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

I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I triggers to crews
You little FUCK, I've got 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," your demeanor
Well, we believe you, you need more people
Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the
Nobody could you dudes like we do
let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't clap you
Trust me on one, I'll detach you
from spirit, body from soul
They'll have to hold a mass, put your in a hole
No, you're not on my level get brakes tweaked
I sold what ya album sold in my first week
You guys want it with Hov'
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 this rap
Get zipped up in plastic when it that's it
O and Sparks, we running this rap
Freeway, we run rap shit
and Neef, we running this rap shit
(Watch out! We run New York)

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

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

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

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