Luyện nghe bài hát Power

Take it off, sho' kid, take it off
We gon' it from the east to the west to the north to the south
Show y'all what it's
Don't make me throw no gun in mouth
Know? How is your cream? This long?

Eh yo, his belt got in it
description, E-320 nigga pitchin'
Rock a raw chain, hang to his thang
Its like, he isolated, still cashin' in cream

Niggas in the hood hate him, drew a of him
Blaze em, he like Shallah raisin' him
This is hydrogen, son aint as him
He Maguyver, chin 4 spies with him

relentless, desert that he hold is a gift wish
Smash the list, give his dick
Technique, operation sex
About the bet cream, them alligators jet a vet swing

Nigga like Nicolas Cage the gage in your braids
2 cannons thatll spray, banana suede
Suck this drunk alcohol
Fuck yall with hits, we 'bout to shit on yall shit

Yall brothas wanna call us
Name names, otherwise itd be the to shut the fuck up
Get pimp-smacked up, jacked up and up
Youre scared and froze of exposed

I own Harlem, I bone Harlem, call me the
Its my borough, you want no problems
Im on now, you dead pop, all aside
I the top, you glide the bottom

Pitfall, 5 foot 9, my dick
Shit yall, flat line to stick yours
We flip off and brace it
8 kills, 47 to taste it

Never understand you never been told
You did your book off of my scrolls
We hit man, Colombo, coats and hats to
off quick, and then, guns go back

Ah yo, I move Arthur Ash against God
4 raquets, 8 and no practice
Every cyphers a discussion
The industry was like a that needed percussion

And I brun the music, that make crews flip
Y'all might say Im the illest, this is Q.U. shit
I used to heat-hole, now Im takin' like the repo
No bitches that roll, cee-lo thatll a kilo

We from Franks and beans to shanks and greens
Now we drive our navigators to in Queens
Yall fuck around, your words aint right
Every time I touch the mic, say, "Perb aint right"

But thats the truth though, doh, thats it
they drop this shit, Im gon cop that shit
It's the new star, you me? Im at the juice bar
once hap niggas, give me 2 stars

I heard what yall rappin' about, but your stash out
You shouldnt throw rocks if you livin' in glass
Sneak weak shit at us, on the low though
Where these cats come from, about Po

He got to cop and Im crashin'
But half of yall just catchin' up to Rae last year
Got guns in the jungle, em Jurassic
The chrome, the steel, the 22-shot

While niggas cop jars, me and my niggas cop bars
Gettin' from rock stars
We blowin' apart, Im smashin' the charts
How I see it? Yo, how you see it?

Eh yo, what you wanna be you grow up?
Yo, I be a leader
your speed up and stop tryin' to be us
Say somethin' always, got a future? out the hallways
And get right, a 100 more ways

Fly like iceberg, with verbs, precise words
Bentley swerve, hit the curb, jump out, back, spit out
your block down, get out, criminal route
Gangsta shit, cant talk now, gun in mouth

Cream team killas, cats like caterpillars
Giant gorillas, break niggas backs from the skrilla
Scratch, greenback track, Feds
Thats my word, disrespect Recca, get you deserve

Inferno, melt mics, millionaire in my afterlife
Broke bread with on the last night
Apocalypse, with 4-5th, 2 clips
Passport, cellphone the removable micro-chip
Specialist, Sicilian necklace
Matching bracelet, cream team crisp the