Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

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

The takeover, the break's over
God MC, me,
Hey lil' soldier you ready for war
R.O.C. too for why y'all
like bringing a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
Your chest in the 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 long enough, dunny
Your peeps ain't strong enough,
is the army, better yet the navy
Niggaz'll your babies, spit at your lady
We bring - knife to fistfight, your drama
Uh, we you motherfucking ants with a sledgehammer
let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo it
So you won't confuse it with just rap

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

I don't if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
You little FUCK, I've got money bigger than you
When I was weight, back in eighty-eight
You was a ballerina I got your pictures I ya
you dropped "Shook Ones," switch your demeanor
Well, we don't you, you need more people
Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we the classes
could read you dudes like we do
Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't you
Trust me on this one, I'll you
from spirit, body from soul
They'll have to hold a mass, put your in a hole
No, you're not on my level get your brakes
I sold ya whole album sold in my first week
You guys don't want it with
Ask Nas, he don't it with Hov', no!

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

I know you all the, fame!
But along with celebrity bout seventy 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 spark when you started but now you're just
Fell from top ten to not at all
To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" better than yours
fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song
But I know - the sun shine, then son don't shine
That's why your, lame! Career to a end
There's so long fake thugs can pretend
Nigga, you ain't live it you witnessed it from your pad
You scribbled in notepad and created your life
I you your first tec on tour with Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout tec on your dresser
So yeah I sampled voice, you was using it wrong
You made it a hot line, I made it a hot
And you get a corn nigga you was getting fucked and
I know who I God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your, brain! You you been in this ten
been in it five, smarten up Nas
Four albums in ten nigga? I could divide
That's one let's say two, two of them shits was due
One was, no! The was "Illmatic"
That's a one hot album every ten year
And that's so, lame! Nigga switch up your
shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?
(Get the fuck outta here) You niggas learn to respect the king
Don't be the next on that Summer Jam screen
Because you who (who) did you know what (what)
With you know who (yeah) but just that 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 plastic when it that's it

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

A wise man told me don't argue with
Cause people from a distance can't who is who
So stop with that childish shit, nigga I'm
leave it alone, don't throw rocks at the throne
Do not up that tree, that tree will fall on you
I don't know why advisors ain't forewarn you
Please, not Jay, he's, not for
I don't a minute, all that thug rapping and gimmicks
I will end it, all that yapping be
You are not deep, you made bed now sleep
Don't make me expose to them folks don't know you
Nigga I know you well, all the jewels
Twinkle you breaking my heart
You can't fuck me, go play somewhere, I'm busy
And all you other cats throwing shots at
You only get a bar, fuck y'all niggas