Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

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

The takeover, the break's 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 thin-ass vest
You bringing them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys win?
This is grown man B.I., get you in the triage
Bitch, your reach ain't enough, dunny
Your peeps 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 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 running rap shit
M-Easy, we running this rap
The Broad Street Bully, we running rap shit
Get zipped up in when it happens that's it
Freeway, we run rap shit
O and Sparks, we running rap shit
Chris and Neef, we running 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
When I was pushing weight, 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, of the game, we passed the classes
Nobody could read you dudes we do
Don't let 'em gas you like is ass and won't clap you
Trust me on this one, I'll you
Mind from spirit, body from
They'll have to hold a mass, put your in a hole
No, you're not on my level get your tweaked
I sold ya whole album sold in my first week
You guys don't it with Hov'
Ask Nas, he don't want it 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 when it happens that's it
O and Sparks, we this rap shit
Freeway, we run this rap
Chris and Neef, we running this rap
(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!
the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco ads
Went from, Nasty Nas to trash
Had a spark when you started but now you're just
Fell from top ten to not at all
To bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours
Matter 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 so long 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!) Then I heard your album bout tec on your dresser
So yeah I sampled voice, you was using it wrong
You made it a hot line, I made it a hot
And you ain't get a corn nigga you was getting and
I who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your, brain! You said you in this ten
I've in it five, smarten up Nas
Four albums in ten years nigga? I could
That's one every say two, two of them shits was due
One was, no! The was "Illmatic"
That's a one hot album every ten average
And so, lame! Nigga switch 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 Jam screen
Because you know who (who) did you 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 running this rap
The Broad Street Bully, we running rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic it happens that's it

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

A wise man told me don't argue fools
Cause people from a 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 bark up that tree, that tree fall on you
I don't know why your ain't forewarn you
Please, not Jay, he's, not for
I don't slack a minute, all 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 folks that don't know you
Nigga I know you well, all the jewels
Twinkle toes you breaking my
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, y'all niggas