Luyện nghe bài hát Bleek Is ...

Somebody bout to get
The fucked out man
You tell your boy somethin'
You tell him somethin'

Skip through the blueprint one bang what's mentioned
Bleek you're one hit away but he didn't know The was pitchin'
Balls faster than Roger Clemens nigga too big for your bitches
Two gold and I'll make you a hitter

Might make you a little richer but don't the big picture
All of those make you a fag but money like Little
Take your faggot ass picture put it to Gulliany
Run you for your Roc-A-Wear fit and beat you the Tommy

Drag your ass down to Square
Beans, Jay, Freeway, Biggs, Dame I'll be there
Compton me ask Nas queens is with me
You ain't never sold crack in your life I'm takin' fiends with me

My guns like Robert Downey
Two shots and a he got a room in Kings County
And you might or sit in a box
on how long it NYPD to respond to the shot

Memph Bleek, Bleek, Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek, Memph Bleek, Memph

See what the is too much east coast dick lickin'
And everybody to do their best 2Pac rendition
Listen they wonder how I live with 5
Niggaz is to kill on my block

When you was in the comin' of age
I was in the streets pumpin' the
While you was rappin' I was it happen
On the with a k

While you was The Roc on the stage
I had on the stage
On for the front page we know that you front
You be on sunset what? Gettin' your punk ass stunt

You gon respect us or that fo' through the vests
And you know who you are deaf get the message
Malik or M E M P H
Fuck around and be a B I T C H
'Cuz all that yappin' dude will get guns dude
And stop Memphis rappin' dude, huh

Bleek, Memph Bleek, Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek, Memph Bleek, Memph

It took me a little but I am now understandin'
Jay up in the first round when he picked olo with candy
Did olo in the second, nigga take it me
The Roc get knocked off the bounce till you picked up

Add freeway to the team but move the bitch
Trade the Marcy for Cam'ron and Lil' Chris
Now the squad 5 is live 6 man is
Fans in the stand yellin' out fuck Memphis

You want beef I your body parts all over New York
Leg in jersey arm in Brooklyn head buried in central
You can't even borrow New York no more like John Storch
And I ain't to him I'm talkin' to Malik

And I got a box for a nigga like you
Streets is talkin' how many niggaz like you
Hit LAX when you come to the coast
Niggaz don't play with they when it comes to the toast

Memph Bleek, Memph Bleek, Memph
Bleek, Memph Bleek, Memph Bleek