Luyện nghe bài hát Celebration

What you think you me?
You like me, motherfucker, you a punk
I been with people, connected people
Who you been Chain snatchin'
Jive-ass, motherfuckers
Why don't you go get lost, get out of
Go kick a or somethin'

now tuned into the greatest
Motherfuckers beat us, join us, can't fade us, hate us
Can't touch it, it, can't see 'em, try to be 'em
Both shows sold out your coliseum, wonder

Locked rap for trey summers, poker with the aces under
one up, to take over, the break's over
Nigga, I'm the God MC, me,
Shit knockin', a crime, get Cochran
to the hearse where my doctors hand

Hot land, F.B.I, D.E.A., I did crime, got
They see me pay, motherfuckers, better ride
If try to plant, under the seat of my car
Even a a gram, better flame those, plainclothes
Same for lame hoes, cocaine rapper, rep ya game pros

We celebrate this, while you sittin' screamin' you hate this
Try to this, get caught in my crime matrix
Spittin' sperm of latex, you get, no respect like a child rapist
this, men just givin' facelifts

Leave your melon spacious, career felon, no
Nor Ceasar's, the C.I.A. flooded my block with
Informants, heating the up like global warming
Who start shit? My style is laced with

Odorless tasteless, 'cause of is traceless
I know you wanna see me
You the order, I'll be in hell
Team Roc and ice water

Righteous, dominate the global, my a novel
blazin' in and Noble, idolize the vocals
Y'all is local but that's evident
I'm Resident Evil, like

that flow like water, rap niggaz runnin'
I, oughta ya, clap at ya
Point the Mac at ya, caught up
Brought up in the rapture, my flows
Like a fracture, can't fuck widdit

For the of sex money and drugs
Affiliated with the sets Tecs honies and
Let the four power, rain on like a spring shower
And bring flowers for the bodies that us
If you was lookin' you us

Movin' with speed, tried to play
up like Chris Reeves
Paraplegic, precise minds like the Pharaoh's of
Shot through a barrel narrowly weaved it

Keepin' my Team top seeded the Sweet 16's
out of my jeans, on the ten-speed weeded
Holdin', shots with you a secret
It's like a story never but believe it

Street anthem anchor, quick to trade shots just like a
Lick a round, hit the ground like Sanka
I got ya in forty-two ways
Aim than toothpaste, Jerry Maguire
"Show me the money" like Clue

Run up in your with a few eights, zoni
men, home in, all of my homies condone sin
Four shots spin ya chrome rims
Put a part right through your dome the Omen, foamin'

White sheets got ya wrapped like a
Back in New York, honey it, just spit blood and talk funny
Niggaz is cartoons, picture styles fully developed
Like dark rooms, hits fat, cub with a

Heat-seekin, huntin', still frontin'?
Keep squeezin, fuck it, I leave the whole street
No, motherfuckers, hope I and gotta provoke the frail
Got 'em scared to drop soap in jail

Geyeah, you have it
Just think of ours as be touched, tested, whatever
Never this thing of ours
family