Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

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

The takeover, the over nigga
God MC, me,
Hey soldier 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 vest
You bringing them Boyz II Men, HOW them gon' win?
This is man B.I., get you rolled in the triage
Bitch, your reach ain't long enough,
peeps ain't strong enough, fucker
Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the
kidnap your babies, spit at your lady
We bring - knife to fistfight, kill drama
Uh, we kill you motherfucking ants a sledgehammer
Don't let me do it to you dunny cause I it
So you won't confuse it just rap music

R.O.C., we running this rap
M-Easy, we running rap shit
The Broad Bully, we running this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens 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 FUCK, I've got money stacks bigger than you
When I was weight, back in eighty-eight
You was a ballerina I got your pictures I ya
Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch demeanor
Well, we believe you, you need more people
Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the
could read you dudes like we do
Don't let 'em gas you Jigga is ass and won't clap you
Trust me on this one, detach you
Mind from spirit, from soul
They'll have to hold a mass, put your in a hole
No, you're not on my get your brakes tweaked
I sold what ya whole album in my first week
You don't want it with Hov'
Ask Nas, he don't it with Hov', no!

R.O.C., we this rap shit
B. Sigel, we running rap shit
M-Easy, we this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens it
O and Sparks, we this 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 comes bout seventy shots to your brain
Nigga, you a, lame!
Youse the fag model for Karl ads
from, Nasty Nas to Esco's trash
Had a spark when you started but now just garbage
from top ten to not mentioned at all
To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" better than yours
Matter fact you had the flow on the whole fuckin song
But I know - the sun don't shine, son don't shine
That's why your, lame! Career to a end
There's only so long fake thugs can
Nigga, you ain't live it you it from your folks pad
You scribbled in your notepad and created your
I showed you your tec on tour with Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) Then I your album bout your tec on your dresser
So I sampled your voice, you was using it wrong
You made it a hot line, I it a hot song
And you ain't get a corn you was getting fucked 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 nigga? I could divide
one every let's say two, two of them shits was due
One was, no! The was "Illmatic"
That's a one hot album ten year average
And that's so, lame! switch up your flow
Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick
(Get the outta here) You niggas gon' learn to respect the king
Don't be the next contestant on Summer Jam screen
Because you know who (who) did you what (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 rap shit
The Broad Street Bully, we running rap shit
Get zipped up in when it happens that's it

Freeway, we run rap shit
O & Sparks, we this rap shit
Chris & Neef, we running this rap
(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 with that childish shit, nigga I'm grown
leave it alone, don't throw rocks at the throne
Do not bark up that tree, that will fall on you
I don't know why advisors ain't forewarn you
Please, not Jay, he's, not for
I slack 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 that know you
Nigga I you well, all the stolen jewels
toes you breaking my heart
You can't fuck me, go play somewhere, I'm busy
And all you other cats throwing at Jigga
You only get a bar, fuck y'all niggas