Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher

[Verse 1: Q]
Uh, of these niggas shouldn't be next to us
We keep our distance from those, those acting hoes
Zany imposed, weed in my clothes, is gold
Ya wig'll get told, put the niggas
Niggas, product of cap pillers, gangbangers and
Streets keep watching, aye, [click](undefined) the ghetto bird ya shot down
to the top now, they want a third strike on my [background](undefined)
But nah homie, put the mask on I [slide](undefined) on 'em
Put the [cash](undefined) in the safe and here's a slug 'for I shake
Ya smoke faster than me a eighth
Or better yet a [wet](undefined) break on a
ya faith, all senses covered in tape
Fuckin' them boys in blue, chill out 'for rags at you
You to the cops saying: How we do?
Saying it's rap and them lines ain't true
So I just threw Q, fuck it, a two or maybe trois
Baby girl a [pot](undefined) pie, I be her da da
Coochie smacking, give praise to
Get blazed in my car,

2: Jay Rock]
Rock got it, rock from rock bottom
Sparked the flames, still as a top shotta
I no backpack rapper, I ain't no lyricist
And if he ain't talking to you mind ya then
Cold with it, Hippie, yeah we cold niggas
All the girlies us, get a whiff of us
They bones quiver, heard clown throwing stones at us
Holding boulders champ once you hear that YAWK. watching domes
It's Top Dawg we runnin' rap, rappers, feline
Reason why we don't run with cats, nine double O five -
Where my at
Pull up in that van](undefined) holding 2's like the handyman
And to be real not all this rapping politickin'
competition, wrapped up my position
'Til I'm finished, 'Til I make a tickets
Then I'm outtie on them with my crimmies chillin'
ya feelings, now can I [live](undefined)?
Look I gotta keep my on top of the dirt
'Cause everywhere I go like when you dropping some work?
a threat since birth
The rap pallbearer when I'm droppin' the Hearst
I ain't new to this, I'm true to
nightmare, red strings in my Nike Air's
Yeah, the white pair, I'm Jay Rock, America's wanted
My chargers? MC's without warning
Rock!

3: Ab Soul]
It's Ab-Soul, gimme the loot, I'm the Biggie
In New York City Puffy, puffing the sticky
All eyes against me, still even the
Prolly why I'm OT on tour
TDE, me we want war
I even know what piece I like most no more
Two fingers, Two triggers, What's the
We all die one day until then I'm gettin' paid
My grandma watching so I ain't gon'
gifted like a Wale verse, backwood full of OG
Bobby medicine in my soul to trynna dodge the coffin, Ah
And days are so [bitter sweet](undefined)
I guess it's just a balance we naturally
And y'all still off of Jay-Z tweets
I still got laps to run when me and meet
Soul brother number 2
The one used to make beats for CL Smooth
Top got the s550 but the CL
And rolling weed is the only time I see L's
Soul!

[Verse 4: Isaiah
Ay, I think I found my home
Sunny and it's ya little nigga brother
You meant for corners, it's what they told me
So I never back, I got a slut in the [back](undefined)
[Fattest](undefined) [elephant](undefined) ass, so we in the path
Passing I tell her, tell her we flying just listen
See we [diamond](undefined) just shining and gon' find us glistening
Brought to the beach and we left with ya bitchh
For the [record](undefined) in I'm a hecklin' menace
Where is Robin, I'm
Fuckin' my business
He a regular victim, us in women
Uh, regular niggas, you cater to sluts
You always my time, you always faking the funk
I'm put ya muthafuckin' in ya face
You keep for some women to be all in ya face
deep dussy reach niggas, keep dussy
That dussy make a nigga be dussy
You can never rap than me, 'cause you ain't dedicated
You ain't underrated, you under looked
You ain't overbooked, you just cooked
It's supposed to be me and my in the [record](undefined) [book](undefined)
Now they got by still fresh as fuck