Luyện nghe bài hát La, La, La

Memph Bleek always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Neptunes track smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
It's the ROC baby, our lullaby
on

Excuse me miss, I'm the
(Do you me to do it?)
You should come, wit me, basically
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

I know my ain't as modest as you like
But come, get some, you bums
I the cake from under the baker's thumbs
I bake the cake, get two of for one
Then I move the weight I'm Oprah's son
Uhh, I show you how to do son
Young mess wit chicks in Burberry patterns
Fake Manolo boots straight Steve Madden
(Un, uh)

He himself the rap J F K
You wanna pass for my Onassis
Then hop ya ass out that S
Lay in that maebach, roll the best grass, I ask
you in your long-legged life
Ever a watch surrounded by this much pink ice?
(Uhh)
Look, but touch, muthafucker think twice
'Cuz the gat that I clutch got a little red
Need a

To that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Sigel always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memph Bleek always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
the ROC mami, sing our lullaby
on

Excuse me miss, I'm the
(Do you me to do it?)
You should come, hang wit me,
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

We got brothers full of Arme, mamis in
Bags by Chanel, Louis Vuitton
All attracted to Hov' because know dough
When see him, which be European
If a teen chances you're wit him
(Ten)
If you're a five you know you wit them
Sick wit the pen nigga, no position in the world fix him
No you could prescribe to subside his affliction

He's not a sane man, more reign man twitchin'
You can't rain dance on his
No voodoo, no headless chickens
Can dead his
(Whoo)
No board, you can't see me dog, nigga you CB4
This ain't Chris Rock, bitch, it's the ROC
And I'm the franchise like a Rocket

(Yao Ming)

Still smoking la, la, la
Bleek still smoking that la, la, la
Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to
the ROC baby, sing our lullaby
on

Excuse me miss, I'm the
(Do you me to do it?)
You should come, wit me, basically
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, all the singin', let's go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Forget English, talk body
I be all over like body painters
Pink necklace, strawberry wrist
excuse yourself, you're very sick
Don't me wit marbury out this, bitch
Run up on me at the light, you could your life
must be smoking they la, la, la, la crack
.45 gun smoke, off that

Back to the music, I ain't wit all
Plus the feds tappin' my I get all that
I'm the industry number one
Public industry number two is my crew R O C
And I ain't concerned wit' who like me, who you
That's gay, I ain't likin' dudes no way
But get a pen, I can you pricks my plans for the future
I never the news again, my man'll shoot ya

As we, that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memphis Bleek always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to
(Hoo)
the ROC bitch, sing our lullaby
on

Excuse me miss, I'm the
(Do you me to do it?)
You come, hang wit me, basically
(Do you me to do it?)
up, skip all the singin', let's go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Do you me to do it
Come me now, uhh