Luyện nghe bài hát Power

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

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

Niggas in the hate him, drew a vase of him
em, he actin' like Shallah raisin' him
This is hydrogen, son live as him
He like Maguyver, chin 4 spies him

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

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

Yall brothas wanna call us
names, otherwise itd be the wise to shut the fuck up
Get pimp-smacked up, up and macked up
Youre scared and froze of bein'

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

Pitfall, 5 foot 9, my balls
Shit yall, leave line to stick yours
We flip off basic and it
8 kills, 47 to taste it

Never understand what you never been
You did your bitin' 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
cyphers a heated discussion
The was like a beat that needed percussion

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

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

But the truth though, doh, infact thats it
When they this shit, Im gon cop that shit
the new star, you want me? Im at the juice bar
Yall hap niggas, give me 2 stars

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

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

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

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

Fly iceberg, nice with verbs, precise words
swerve, hit the curb, jump out, cock back, spit out
Shut your block down, get out, criminal
shit, cant talk now, gun in your mouth

Cream team killas, cocoon cats like
size gorillas, break niggas backs from the skrilla
Scratch, track, Feds berserk
my word, disrespect Recca, get what you deserve

Inferno, melt down mics, in my afterlife
Broke with Christ on the last night
Apocalypse, with 4-5th, 2 clips
Passport, cellphone with the micro-chip
Specialist, 40-karat Sicilian
Matching bracelet, cream team crisp the