Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

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

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

R.O.C., we running rap shit
M-Easy, we running this rap
The Broad Bully, we running this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens it
Freeway, we run rap shit
O and Sparks, we this 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 triggers to
You little FUCK, I've got stacks bigger than you
When I was pushing weight, back in
You was a ballerina I got pictures I seen ya
you dropped "Shook Ones," switch your demeanor
Well, we don't believe you, you need more
Roc-A-Fella, of the game, we passed the classes
Nobody could read you dudes we do
Don't let 'em gas you Jigga is ass and won't clap you
me on this one, I'll detach you
Mind spirit, body from soul
They'll have to hold a mass, put body in a hole
No, you're not on my level get your brakes
I sold ya whole album sold in my first week
You guys don't it with Hov'
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 rap shit
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 running this rap
(Watch out! We run New York)

I know you all the, fame!
But with celebrity comes 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 you started but now you're just garbage
Fell from top ten to not at all
To bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours
Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin
But I know - the sun don't shine, son don't shine
That's why your, lame! come to a end
only so long fake thugs can pretend
Nigga, you live it you witnessed it from your folks pad
You scribbled in your and created your life
I showed you your tec on tour with Large Professor
(Me, who!) Then I heard your album bout your tec on your dresser
So yeah I sampled voice, you was using it wrong
You it a hot line, I made it a hot song
And you ain't get a corn you was getting fucked and
I know who I God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your, brain! You said you been in ten
I've been in it five, up Nas
Four albums in ten years nigga? I could
That's one every let's say two, two of shits was due
One was, no! The was "Illmatic"
That's a one hot album every ten year
And that's so, lame! Nigga switch up 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 that Jam screen
Because you know who (who) did you what (what)
you know 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 this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens 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 me don't argue with fools
Cause from a distance can't tell who is who
So with that childish shit, nigga I'm grown
Please leave it alone, don't throw rocks at the
Do not bark up that tree, that tree fall on you
I don't know why advisors 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 be finished
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
toes you breaking my heart
You can't fuck with me, go somewhere, I'm busy
And all you cats throwing shots at Jigga
You only get half a bar, fuck y'all