Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

R.O.C., we this rap shit
Memphis Bleek, we running 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 for why y'all
like bringing a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
Your chest in the line of fire thin-ass vest
You bringing them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys win?
This is grown man B.I., get you rolled in the
Bitch, your reach ain't enough, dunny
Your peeps ain't strong enough,
Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the
Niggaz'll kidnap your babies, at your lady
We bring - knife to fistfight, kill your
Uh, we kill you motherfucking ants 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 this rap shit
M-Easy, we running rap shit
The Street Bully, we running this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic when it 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 care if you Mobb Deep, I hold to crews
You little FUCK, I've got money stacks bigger 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 you, you need more people
Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we the classes
Nobody could read you dudes we do
Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and clap you
Trust me on this one, I'll you
from spirit, body from soul
They'll to hold a mass, put your body in a hole
No, not on my level get your brakes tweaked
I sold what ya album sold in my first week
You guys don't want it with
Ask Nas, he want 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 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 seventy shots to your brain
Nigga, you a, lame!
Youse the fag for Karl Kani/Esco ads
Went from, Nas to Esco's trash
Had a when you started but now you're just garbage
Fell top ten to not mentioned at all
To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse than yours
fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song
But I know - the sun don't shine, then son shine
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 folks pad
You scribbled in your notepad and created your
I you your first tec on tour with Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) I heard your album bout your tec on your dresser
So yeah I your voice, you was using it wrong
You made it a hot line, I it a hot song
And you get a corn nigga you was getting fucked and
I who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your, brain! You said you been in ten
been in it five, smarten up Nas
Four albums in ten years I could divide
That's one every let's say two, two of them was due
One was, no! The was "Illmatic"
That's a one hot album every ten year
And that's so, lame! Nigga up your flow
shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?
(Get the fuck here) You niggas gon' learn to respect the king
Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam
Because you know who (who) did you know (what)
With you who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now

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

A wise man told me argue with fools
people from a distance can't tell who is who
So stop with that childish shit, I'm grown
Please leave it alone, don't throw rocks at the
Do not bark up tree, that tree will fall on you
I don't know why your advisors 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 be finished
You are not deep, you your bed now sleep
make me expose to them folks that don't know you
Nigga I you well, all the stolen jewels
Twinkle you breaking my heart
You fuck with me, go play somewhere, I'm busy
And all you cats throwing shots at Jigga
You get half a bar, fuck y'all niggas