Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

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

R.O.C., we running this rap
M-Easy, we running this rap
The Broad Bully, we running this rap shit
Get zipped up in when it happens that's it
Freeway, we run rap shit
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 Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to
You little FUCK, I've got stacks bigger than you
I was pushing weight, back in eighty-eight
You was a I got your pictures I seen ya
Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch demeanor
Well, we don't believe you, you need people
Roc-A-Fella, of the game, we passed the classes
Nobody read you dudes like we do
Don't let 'em gas you like is ass and won't clap you
Trust me on this one, I'll you
Mind from spirit, body soul
They'll to hold a mass, put your body in a hole
No, you're not on my level get your tweaked
I sold what ya whole album sold in my week
You guys don't it with Hov'
Ask Nas, he don't it with Hov', no!

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

I know you all the, fame!
But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your
Nigga, you a, lame!
the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco ads
Went from, Nasty Nas to trash
Had a spark when you started but now you're garbage
Fell top ten to not mentioned at all
To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than
Matter fact you had the flow on the whole fuckin song
But I know - the sun don't shine, then son don't
That's why your, lame! come to a end
There's only so long fake can pretend
Nigga, you ain't live it you witnessed it from folks pad
You scribbled in your notepad and created life
I showed you first tec on tour with Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) Then I heard album bout your tec on your dresser
So I sampled your voice, you was using it wrong
You made it a hot line, I made it a hot
And you ain't get a corn nigga you was getting and
I know who I paid God, Serchlite
Use your, brain! You you been in this 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 every ten year average
And that's so, lame! Nigga switch up your
Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick
(Get the fuck outta here) You niggas gon' learn to the king
Don't be the next on that Summer Jam screen
Because you know who (who) did you know (what)
With you know who (yeah) but just keep between me and you for now

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

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

A wise man me don't argue with fools
Cause people from a can't tell who is who
So stop with that childish shit, nigga I'm
Please leave it alone, don't throw rocks at the
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 don't a minute, all that thug rapping and gimmicks
I end it, all that yapping be finished
You are not deep, you made your bed now
Don't make me to them folks that don't know you
Nigga I know you well, all the jewels
Twinkle toes you breaking my
You can't 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