Luyện nghe bài hát Takeover

R.O.C., we running rap shit
Bleek, we running this rap shit
B. Mac, we running this rap
Freeway, we run this rap
Oh and Sparks, we running rap shit
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 for why y'all
like bringing a knife 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 in the triage
Bitch, your reach long enough, dunny
Your peeps strong enough, fucker
Roc-A-Fella is the army, yet the navy
Niggaz'll kidnap your babies, at your lady
We bring - to fistfight, kill your drama
Uh, we kill you motherfucking with a sledgehammer
Don't let me do it to you dunny cause I it
So you won't confuse it with rap music

R.O.C., we running this rap
M-Easy, we running this rap
The Street Bully, we running this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens it
Freeway, we run rap shit
O and Sparks, we running this rap
and Neef, we running this 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 stacks than you
I was pushing weight, back in eighty-eight
You was a ballerina I got pictures I seen ya
Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch your
Well, we don't believe you, you need people
Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the
Nobody could read you dudes we do
Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and clap you
Trust me on this one, detach you
Mind from spirit, body from
They'll have to hold a mass, put your in a hole
No, you're not on my get your brakes tweaked
I what ya whole album sold in my first week
You don't want it with Hov'
Ask Nas, he don't it with Hov', no!

R.O.C., we this rap shit
B. Sigel, we this rap shit
M-Easy, we running this rap
Get zipped up in when it happens that's it
O and Sparks, we running this rap
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 celebrity comes bout seventy shots to 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 your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" better than yours
fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song
But I know - the sun don't shine, then son don't
why your, lame! Career come to a end
There's only so fake thugs can pretend
Nigga, you ain't live it you it from your folks pad
You scribbled in your notepad and created life
I showed you your tec on tour with Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout your tec on your
So yeah I your voice, you was using it wrong
You made it a hot line, I it a hot song
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 been in ten
I've been in it five, up Nas
albums in ten years nigga? I could divide
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 ten year average
And that's so, lame! switch up your flow
Your is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?
(Get the fuck outta here) You niggas gon' learn to the king
Don't be the contestant on that Summer Jam screen
Because you know who (who) did you know (what)
With you know who (yeah) but just 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 up in plastic when it happens that's it

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

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