Luyện nghe bài hát La, La, La

Memph Bleek always that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
Neptunes track 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 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)

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

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

To smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memph Bleek always smoking 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, wit me, basically
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

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

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

(Yao Ming)

Still that la, la, la
Memph Bleek smoking that la, la, la
Beanie Sigel, desert to fo' to five
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', let's go ride tonight,
(Come on now, uhh)

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

Back to the music, I wit all that
Plus the feds tappin' my I get all that
I'm the industry number one
industry number two is my whole 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 tell you pricks my for the future
I never the news again, my man'll shoot ya

As we, that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Bleek always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel, desert 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 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)

Do you me to do it
Come me now, uhh