Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

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

The takeover, the break's over
God MC, me,
Hey soldier you ain't ready for war
R.O.C. too for why y'all
It's like bringing a knife to a gunfight, pen to a
chest in the line of fire witcha thin-ass vest
You bringing them Boyz II Men, HOW boys gon' win?
This is grown man B.I., get you in the triage
Bitch, your reach ain't long enough,
peeps ain't strong enough, fucker
Roc-A-Fella is the army, yet the navy
Niggaz'll kidnap babies, spit at your lady
We - knife to fistfight, kill your drama
Uh, we kill you motherfucking ants a sledgehammer
Don't let me do it to you cause I overdo it
So you won't it with just rap music

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

I don't care if you Deep, I hold triggers to crews
You little FUCK, I've got money stacks bigger you
When I was pushing weight, back in
You was a ballerina I got your pictures I ya
Then you dropped "Shook Ones," your demeanor
Well, we believe you, you need more 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 this one, I'll you
from spirit, body from soul
They'll have to hold a mass, put body in a hole
No, you're not on my get your brakes tweaked
I sold what ya album sold in my first week
You guys want it with Hov'
Ask Nas, he want it with Hov', no!

R.O.C., we this rap shit
B. Sigel, we running rap shit
M-Easy, we running this rap
Get zipped up in plastic it happens that's 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 comes bout seventy 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 just
from top ten to not mentioned at all
To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse than yours
Matter fact you had the worst on the whole fuckin song
But I know - the sun shine, then son don't shine
That's why your, lame! come to a end
There's only so fake 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 your first tec on tour Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) I heard your album bout your tec on your dresser
So yeah I sampled your voice, you was using it
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 paid God, Serchlite
Use your, brain! You said you in this ten
been in it five, smarten up Nas
Four albums in ten years nigga? I divide
That's one every let's say two, two of them was due
One was, no! The was "Illmatic"
a one hot album every ten year average
And that's so, lame! Nigga up your flow
Your is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?
(Get the fuck outta here) You niggas gon' learn to the king
Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam
Because you who (who) did you know what (what)
With you know who (yeah) but keep that between me and you for now

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

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

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