Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

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

The takeover, the break's nigga
God MC, me,
Hey lil' soldier you ready for war
R.O.C. too for why y'all
It's like bringing a to a gunfight, pen to a test
Your in the line of fire witcha thin-ass vest
You them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon' win?
is grown man B.I., get you rolled in the triage
Bitch, your reach ain't long enough,
Your peeps strong enough, fucker
is the army, better yet the navy
Niggaz'll kidnap your babies, spit at your
We - knife to fistfight, kill your drama
Uh, we kill you motherfucking with a sledgehammer
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 rap shit
M-Easy, we running this rap
The Street Bully, we running this 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 this rap
(Watch out! We run New York)

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

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

I you missing all the, fame!
But along celebrity comes bout 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 when you started but now you're just garbage
Fell top ten to not mentioned at all
To your "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours
Matter you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song
But I know - the sun shine, then son don't shine
why your, lame! Career come to a end
There's only so long thugs can pretend
Nigga, you ain't live it you witnessed it from folks pad
You scribbled in notepad and created your life
I showed you first tec on tour with Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) I heard your album bout your tec on your dresser
So I sampled your voice, you was using it wrong
You made it a hot line, I it a hot song
And you ain't get a nigga you was getting fucked and
I who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your, brain! You said you been in ten
I've in it five, smarten up Nas
Four albums in ten years nigga? I could
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 average
And that's so, lame! Nigga switch up your
Your shit is garbage, but you try and knowledge?
(Get the fuck outta here) You niggas gon' learn to the king
Don't be the next contestant on that Jam screen
Because you who (who) did you know what (what)
you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now

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

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

A wise man told me don't with fools
Cause people from a can't tell who is who
So stop that childish shit, nigga 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 don't know why your advisors 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 yapping be finished
You are not deep, you made your bed now
Don't make me expose to folks that don't know you
Nigga I know you well, all the jewels
toes you breaking my heart
You fuck with me, go play somewhere, I'm busy
And all you other cats shots at Jigga
You only get half a bar, fuck y'all