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 running rap shit
Chris and Neef, we running this rap

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

R.O.C., we this rap shit
M-Easy, we this rap shit
The Broad Bully, we running this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic it happens that's it
Freeway, we run rap shit
O and Sparks, we this rap shit
Chris and Neef, we running this rap
(Watch out! We run New York)

I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold to crews
You little FUCK, got money stacks bigger than you
When I was weight, back in eighty-eight
You was a I got your pictures I seen ya
Then you dropped "Shook Ones," your demeanor
Well, we don't you, you need more people
Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we the classes
Nobody read you dudes like we do
Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't you
Trust me on this one, I'll you
from spirit, body from soul
They'll have to hold a mass, put your in a hole
No, you're not on my get your brakes tweaked
I sold what ya whole album sold in my week
You don't want it with Hov'
Ask Nas, he don't want it Hov', no!

R.O.C., we this rap shit
B. Sigel, we running this rap
M-Easy, we this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic it happens that's it
O and Sparks, we this rap shit
Freeway, we run rap shit
Chris and Neef, we this rap shit
(Watch out! We run New York)

I you missing all the, fame!
But along celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your brain
Nigga, you a, lame!
the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco ads
Went from, Nas to Esco's trash
Had a spark when you started but now you're garbage
from top ten to not mentioned at all
To your "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours
fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song
But I know - the sun don't shine, son don't shine
That's why your, lame! Career to a end
There's so long fake thugs can pretend
Nigga, you ain't live it you witnessed it your folks pad
You scribbled in your notepad and your life
I showed you your first tec on tour with Professor
(Me, who!) Then I heard your album bout your tec on your dresser
So I sampled your 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 paid God, Serchlite
Use your, brain! You you been in this ten
been in it five, smarten up Nas
Four albums in ten years nigga? I could
That's one let's say two, two of them shits was due
One was, no! The was "Illmatic"
That's a one hot album every ten average
And that's so, lame! switch up your flow
Your shit is garbage, but you try and knowledge?
(Get the fuck here) You niggas gon' learn to respect the king
Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam
you know who (who) did you know what (what)
With you know who (yeah) but just keep between me and you for now

R.O.C., we running rap shit
M-Easy, we this rap shit
The Broad Street Bully, we running this rap
Get zipped up in when it happens that's it

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

A wise man told me argue with fools
Cause people from a can't tell who is who
So stop with that childish shit, nigga I'm
Please leave it alone, don't rocks at the throne
Do not bark up that tree, that will fall on you
I don't know why your advisors ain't you
Please, not Jay, he's, not for
I don't slack a minute, all that rapping and gimmicks
I will end it, all yapping be finished
You are not deep, you made your bed now
make me expose to them folks that don't know you
Nigga I you well, all the stolen jewels
toes you breaking my heart
You fuck with me, go play somewhere, I'm busy
And all you cats throwing shots at Jigga
You only get half a bar, fuck y'all