Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher 2013

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My youth, dem a boys, dem a
Clap with the nine, better aim for chest (Lawd)

[Verse 1: Ferg]
It ah It ah ring
A little with a little Shabba Ranks
A train of Jamaican girls love the Cuban links
Got 'em wining like Lil Kim in bikini
No Limit soldier with a bunch of tanks
Hit 'em where it hurts, make dudes feel the pain
Blood stain on remains for two gold chains
gold on my gums like cocaine
'Rari and switching four lanes
Top down screaming out ain't a thang

[Verse 2: A$AP
I bet the lord never worries, couple buried
See the good die young, gun then it's bury
So I'm off in a hurry, I forcing no jury
To convince me, trill shit, I'm to stay big free
Got a budget for the lawyer, risk my on the corner
It ain't worth it, making is more important
My thoughts are soaring, smoking *censored*
Trip to Fiji in the morning, getting jiggy a foreign
Look I just finished touring, Worldwide
It all started a pencil, now my suite presidential
up with a bad chick, that never had shit
Hold diamonds and guns, you I'm mad rich

[Verse 3: A$AP
From a crack ho down in gate
To a new of air and a brighter day
a lighter way, I feel good enough
To buy a bunch of real estate, my mother out her space
Cause it's the new power anthem
And nigga, we the new panthers
Get hands up, we in it for the ransom
Money, power, respect: LOX gave us the
New World Order say Always and Prosper
But I know God is over me, wash away my sins
Now I'm in this bitch a longer stay, A$AP
Tell my that I'm on my way, in a hurry
Fuck a hater, I just tie my waist

[Verse 4: Ant]
on my back like a run a campaign
Baltimore USA, my domain
Used to sip mad dog, now champagne
Used to rock the bus, now I catch a plane
Got a white chick who love
Chill filled with a young boys pain
Rob anybody got a gold chain
From where you here the shots rang
butter insides be the wood grain
Pull up in an all paints bumming
'bout to blow like nitro, already

[Verse 5: A$AP
I wrote shit in business class, give me jet lag
This for years of and the set backs
for chinks, niggas, jews and the wet backs
Crackers towel heads and I can't forget the les,
This is Newton with the uzi shooting
The trill Luther fin to spark the ruger
Malcolm X's muslim marching to ya block
Bring the choppa to your screaming hallejuehah!
Dear Mr. President, I'm the shit
Hello, White America, my dick
They say lords worry, no hope for the kids
Young blood was a thug caught slugs a crip
My father, our father, God
Glocks in the air,
This is Kendrick off a visit watch tower
A longer, seems Martin dreaming for the longest