Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

R.O.C., we this rap shit
Memphis Bleek, we running this rap
B. Mac, we running this rap
Freeway, we run this rap
Oh and Sparks, we running this rap
and Neef, we running 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 bringing a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
Your in the line of fire witcha thin-ass vest
You bringing them Boyz II Men, HOW boys gon' win?
This is grown man B.I., get you in the triage
Bitch, reach ain't long enough, dunny
peeps ain't strong enough, fucker
Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the
Niggaz'll kidnap your babies, at your lady
We bring - to fistfight, kill your drama
Uh, we you motherfucking ants with a sledgehammer
Don't let me do it to you cause I overdo it
So you won't confuse it with just rap

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

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

R.O.C., we running rap shit
B. Sigel, we running rap shit
M-Easy, we running this rap
Get zipped up in plastic it happens that's it
O and Sparks, we this rap shit
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 shots to your brain
Nigga, you a, lame!
Youse the fag for Karl Kani/Esco ads
from, Nasty 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 bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours
Matter fact you had the flow on the whole fuckin song
But I know - the sun don't shine, then son don't
why your, lame! Career come to a end
There's so long fake thugs can pretend
Nigga, you live it you witnessed it from your folks pad
You scribbled in your notepad and created your
I showed you your first tec on tour with Professor
(Me, that's who!) I heard your album bout your tec on your dresser
So yeah I sampled your voice, you was using it
You made it a hot line, I it a hot song
And you ain't get a corn you was getting fucked and
I know who I paid God, Publishing
Use your, brain! You said you in this ten
I've in it five, smarten up Nas
Four albums in ten years nigga? I divide
one every let's say two, two of them shits was due
One was, no! The was "Illmatic"
That's a one hot every ten year average
And that's so, lame! Nigga up your flow
Your is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?
(Get the fuck outta here) You niggas gon' to respect the king
Don't be the next contestant on Summer Jam screen
Because you who (who) did you know what (what)
With you know who (yeah) but just keep between me and you for now

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 when it happens that's it

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

A man told me don't argue with fools
Cause people a distance can't tell who is who
So stop with 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 why your advisors 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
Don't make me expose to folks that don't know you
I know you well, all the stolen jewels
Twinkle you breaking my heart
You can't fuck with me, go play somewhere, I'm
And all you other cats throwing shots at
You only get half a bar, fuck niggas