Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

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

The takeover, the break's over
God MC, me,
Hey soldier you ain't ready for war
R.O.C. too strong for why
It's like bringing a to a gunfight, pen to a test
Your chest in the of fire witcha thin-ass vest
You bringing them Boyz II Men, HOW boys gon' win?
This is grown man B.I., get you rolled in the
Bitch, your reach long enough, dunny
Your ain't strong enough, fucker
Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the
Niggaz'll kidnap babies, spit 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 just rap music

R.O.C., we running this rap
M-Easy, we running rap shit
The Street 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
Chris and Neef, we running rap shit
(Watch out! We run New York)

I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I triggers to crews
You little FUCK, got money stacks bigger than you
I was pushing weight, back in eighty-eight
You was a ballerina I got your 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 the classes
Nobody read you dudes like we do
let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't clap you
Trust me on one, I'll detach 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 what ya whole album sold in my first
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 this rap
Get zipped up in plastic when it that's it
O and Sparks, we running rap shit
Freeway, we run this rap
and Neef, we running 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 model for Kani/Esco ads
Went from, Nas to Esco's trash
Had a spark when you started but now you're garbage
from top ten to not mentioned at all
To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse than yours
Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin
But I know - the sun don't shine, then son don't
why your, lame! Career come to a end
There's only so long thugs can pretend
Nigga, you ain't live it you witnessed it from your 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 your album bout your tec on your
So yeah I sampled your voice, you was it wrong
You made it a hot line, I made it a hot
And you ain't get a corn you was getting fucked and
I know who I God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your, brain! You you been in this ten
I've been in it five, up Nas
Four albums in ten years nigga? I could
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 average
And that's so, lame! switch 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 who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now

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

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

A wise man me don't argue with fools
Cause from a distance can't tell who is who
So stop with childish shit, nigga I'm grown
Please 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 your 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 your bed now sleep
Don't make me expose to them that don't know you
Nigga I know you well, all the jewels
Twinkle toes you my heart
You can't with me, go play somewhere, I'm busy
And all you other cats throwing at Jigga
You only get half a bar, fuck niggas