00:00/00:00
外链地址
http://www.eemp3.com/audiofile/812f9b4476ef1b19ab87dbd8fc433768.mp3
点击复制LA-LA-LA (Explicit) - Jay-Z
Lyrics by：P. Williams/S. Carter
Composed by：P. Williams/S. Carter
Memph bleek always smoking that lalala hooo
Beanie sigel always smoking that lalala hooo
Neptunes track smoke like lalala hooo
It's the roc baby sing I lullaby
Come on
Excuse me miss I'm the s**t
You should come hang wit me basically
Hold up skip all the singin' let's go ride
Tonight mami come on now uhhh
I know my english ain't as modest as you like
But come get some you little bums
I take the cake from under the baker's thumbs
I bake the cake get two of them for one
Then I move the weight like I'm oprah's son
Uhhh I show you how to do this son
Young don't mess wit chicks in burberry paddings
Fake manolo boots straight from steve madden un uh
He padded hisself the rap JFK you wanna
Pass for my jaqueline onassis
Then hop ya a*s out that s class
Lay back in that maebach roll the best grass I ask
Have you in your long legged life
Ever seen a watch surrounded
By this much pink ice uhh
Look but don't touch muthafucker think twice
'Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red light
Need a light
To smoke that lalala hooo
Beanie sigel always smoking that lalala hooo
Memph bleek always smoking that lalala hooo
It's the roc mami sing I lullaby
Come on
Excuse me miss I'm the s**t
You should come hang wit me basically
Hold up skip all the singin' let's go ride tonight
We got brothers full of arme mamis in manolo
Bags by chanel louis vuitton logos
All attracted to hov' because they know dough
When they see him which be european
If you're a te en ten chances your wit him
If you're a five you know you ridin' wit th 'em
Sick wit the pen n***a no position
In the world could fix him
No prescription you could prescribe
To subside his affliction
He's not a sane man more like reign man twitchin'
You can't rain dance on his picnic
No haitian voodoo no headless chickens
Can dead his sickness whoo
No ouija board you can't see me dog n***a you cb4
This ain't chris rock b***h it's the roc b***h
And I'm the franchise like a houston rocket
Nawimean yao ming
Still smoking that lalala
Memph bleek still smoking that lalala
Beanie sigel desert eagle to fo' to five
It's the roc baby sing I lullaby
Come on
Excuse me miss I'm the s**t
You should come hang wit me basically
Hold up skip all the singin'
Let's go ride tonight mami come on now uhhh
Forget english talk body language
I be all over mamis like body painters
Pink diamond necklace strawberry wrist
Please excuse yourself you're very sick
Don't confuse me wit marbury out this b***h
Run up on me at the light you could lose your life
Muh'fuckas must be smoking they lalala la crack
45 gun smoke choke off that
Back to the music I ain't wit all that
Plus the feds tappin' my music I get all that
I'm the public industry number one
Public industry number two is my whole crew
R o c
Who like me who like you
That's gay I ain't into likin' dudes no way
But get a pen I can tell
You pricks my plans for the future
I never make the news again my man'll shoot ya
As we smoke that lalala hooo
Memphis bleek always smoking that lalala hooo
Beanie sigel desert eagle to fo' to five hooo
It's the roc b***h sing I lullaby
Come on
Excuse me miss I'm the s**t do
You should come hang wit me basically
Hold up skip all the singin' let's go ride
Tonight mami
Come watch me now uhhh