Luyện nghe bài hát Dipset Anthem

Yeah,
Oh, come on, with your boy
It's Santana, Heatmakers, we at?
Let me see you this, Killa, Jones, Freakay
Yeah man, I'm back at it, on

a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase
So go to Harlem, tell 'em that I sent ya
Tell 'em it's August, I'm gon' 'til
I a couple birds, get a broad, have 'em sent up

Call my bird, get my broad her sent up, please
Call my niggaz, call my squad, have 'em up, please
I see a town I'm likin'
See some niggas getting money in a I like it

I run up on with the pound and light it
Like it's my block now, all right He understood me quite clear
Then thing banged out and ranged out the side of his right ear
And I got back to my business, back to my
Back to the kitchen, that pyrex

Pop, I let that white sit in
Get hard, get rock, get to the and pitchin', what?
Yeah I'm sorry but is how I'm livin'
And this is how I'm getting, how I get it, hey

I stood watching the wall, in the zone
Hand on my handles, listening to music
I stood at home hand on a chrome, a zone
Flippin' the channels, how the gangstas do it
I stood alone, getting dome, a thick chick in sandles
Watching Shaft, math

Now I see around the corner, gotta stay high
Will I in the city where the skinny niggas die?
Nope, it's the city where the skinny ride, yeah
Four five semi on the side, yeah, twisting when drive, yeah

Lick a for Big Pop and 'Pac, yeah
One more for locked inside, yeah
Two for Cam for taking over the Roc
Yeah, yeah, it's my so

Okay, okay,
Y'all can't fuck with me, no way, what? or Hector Camacho
blows and watch yo' chest close and tacos
Motherfucker I'm the best, I told y'all before, I y'all before

I stood alone watching the wall, in the
Hand on my handles, to gangsta music
I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a
Flippin' the channels, how the gangstas do it
I alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
Watching Shaft, math

I'm on the West side of Chicago, lookin' for a down
And me put my two arms up, touchdown!
You stay in touch now but when I down
I'm like Buckshot shorty, down

Yeah I must clown, I'm Harlem, Uptown
Where we flash money, take bitch and ask you, what now?
Birds flip a dozen, chicks is dicks suckin'
Swallow my kids, go and kiss cousin

Yes, kissing cousins, toys kissing muppets
Worst then that, go home and kiss they husband
shit is disgusting
Keep the chickens clucking, the pigeons buggin'

This on my wrist is
To me it's just hearts and pink diamonds
Where I get the money for Don't think rhymin'
You with Pablo, Bravo, Mario Via Bolo ho, Ta-to

I stood alone the wall, in the zone
Hand on my handles, to gangsta music
I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a
Flippin' the channels, how the gangstas do it

I stood alone the wall, in the zone
Hand on my handles, to gangsta music
I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick in sandles
Watching Shaft, math