Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

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

The takeover, the break's over
God MC, me,
Hey lil' you ain't ready for war
R.O.C. too strong for why
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 man B.I., get you rolled in the triage
Bitch, your reach ain't long enough,
Your peeps ain't enough, fucker
Roc-A-Fella is the army, yet the navy
Niggaz'll your babies, spit at your lady
We bring - knife to fistfight, kill drama
Uh, we kill you ants with a sledgehammer
let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo it
So you confuse it with 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 up in plastic when it happens that's 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 Deep, I hold triggers to crews
You little FUCK, I've got money bigger than you
When I was pushing weight, in eighty-eight
You was a I got your pictures I seen ya
Then you "Shook Ones," switch your demeanor
Well, we don't you, you need more people
Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the
Nobody could you dudes like we do
Don't let 'em gas you like is ass and won't clap you
Trust me on this one, detach you
from spirit, body from soul
They'll have to hold a mass, put body in a hole
No, you're not on my level get brakes tweaked
I sold what ya album sold in my first week
You guys don't it with Hov'
Ask Nas, he don't it with Hov', no!

R.O.C., we running rap shit
B. Sigel, we running rap shit
M-Easy, we running rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic when it that's it
O and Sparks, we running rap shit
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 for Karl Kani/Esco ads
from, Nasty Nas to Esco's trash
Had a spark when you but now you're just garbage
Fell top ten to not mentioned at all
To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than
Matter fact you had the flow on the whole fuckin song
But I - the sun don't shine, then son don't shine
That's why your, lame! come to a end
There's only so long fake can pretend
Nigga, you ain't live it you witnessed it from your pad
You scribbled in your notepad and your life
I showed you first tec on tour with Large Professor
(Me, who!) Then I heard your album bout your tec on your dresser
So yeah I sampled your voice, you was it wrong
You it a hot line, I made it a hot song
And you ain't get a corn nigga you was getting and
I know who I paid God, Publishing
Use your, brain! You you been in this ten
I've in it five, smarten up Nas
Four in ten years 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! Nigga switch up flow
Your shit is garbage, but you try and knowledge?
(Get the fuck outta here) You niggas gon' learn to respect the
Don't be the next contestant on that Jam screen
you know who (who) did you know what (what)
With you know who (yeah) but just keep that 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 zipped up in plastic when it that's it

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

A wise man told me don't argue with
Cause people from a distance tell who is who
So with that childish shit, nigga I'm grown
Please leave it alone, throw rocks at the throne
Do not up that tree, that tree will fall on you
I don't why your advisors ain't forewarn you
Please, not Jay, he's, not for
I slack a minute, all that thug rapping and gimmicks
I end it, all that yapping be finished
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 fuck with me, go play somewhere, I'm busy
And all you other cats throwing at Jigga
You only get half a bar, fuck niggas