Luyện nghe bài hát La, La, La

Memph always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
Neptunes smoke like la, la, la
(Hoo)
It's the ROC baby, sing our
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?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', lets go ride tonight,
(Come on now, uhh)

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

He himself the rap J F K
You wanna pass for my Jaqueline
Then hop ya ass out that S
Lay back in maebach, roll the best grass, I ask
Have you in long-legged life
Ever seen a surrounded by this much pink ice?
(Uhh)
Look, but don't touch, muthafucker think
'Cuz the gat that I got a little red light
a light?

To smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memph always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
It's the ROC mami, 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', lets go ride tonight,
(Come on now, uhh)

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

He's not a man, more like reign man twitchin'
You can't rain on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no 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 a Houston Rocket

(Yao Ming)

Still smoking la, la, la
Memph Bleek smoking that la, la, la
Beanie Sigel, desert to fo' to five
the ROC baby, 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?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Forget English, body language
I be all over mamis body painters
diamond necklace, strawberry wrist
Please yourself, you're very sick
Don't me wit marbury out this, bitch
Run up on me at the light, you could lose your
Muh'fuckas must be smoking they la, la, la, la
.45 gun smoke, off that

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

As we, that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memphis Bleek always that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to five
(Hoo)
It's the ROC bitch, sing our
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?)
Hold up, all the singin', let's go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Do you me to do it
Come me now, uhh