Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

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

The takeover, the break's over
God MC, me,
Hey lil' soldier you ain't 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 witcha thin-ass vest
You bringing them II Men, HOW them boys gon' win?
This is man B.I., get you rolled in the triage
Bitch, your reach long enough, dunny
Your peeps strong enough, fucker
Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the
Niggaz'll kidnap your babies, at your lady
We bring - to fistfight, kill your drama
Uh, we kill you motherfucking ants with a
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 Street Bully, we running this rap
Get up in plastic when it happens that's it
Freeway, we run rap shit
O and Sparks, we running this rap
Chris and Neef, we running this rap
(Watch out! We run New York)

I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to
You little FUCK, I've got money stacks bigger 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, of the game, we passed the classes
Nobody could you dudes like we do
Don't let 'em gas you like is ass and won't clap you
me on this one, I'll detach you
Mind spirit, body from soul
have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole
No, you're not on my level get your brakes
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 happens it
O and Sparks, we this rap shit
Freeway, we run this rap
Chris and Neef, we running rap shit
(Watch out! We run New York)

I you missing all the, fame!
But along with comes bout seventy shots to your brain
Nigga, you a, lame!
the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco ads
Went from, Nasty Nas to Esco's
Had a spark when you started but now you're just
Fell top ten to not mentioned at all
To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" better than yours
Matter fact you had the worst on the whole fuckin song
But I know - the sun don't shine, then son don't
That's why your, lame! come to a end
There's only so fake thugs can pretend
Nigga, you ain't live it you witnessed it from your pad
You scribbled in your and created your life
I showed you your tec on tour with Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout tec on your dresser
So yeah I sampled your voice, you was using it
You made it a hot line, I made it a hot
And you ain't get a corn nigga you was getting and
I know who I God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your, brain! You said you in this ten
I've in it five, smarten up Nas
Four albums in ten nigga? I could divide
That's one every 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 up your flow
Your is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?
(Get the outta here) You niggas gon' learn to respect the king
be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen
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 running rap shit
The Broad Street Bully, we this rap shit
Get up in plastic when it happens that's it

Freeway, we run this rap
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 tell who is who
So stop with that childish shit, nigga I'm
Please it alone, don't throw rocks at the throne
Do not up that 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 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 them folks that know you
Nigga I know you well, all the stolen
toes you breaking my heart
You can't with me, go play somewhere, I'm busy
And all you other cats throwing at Jigga
You only get a bar, fuck y'all niggas