Luyện nghe bài hát Power

Take it off, sho' kid, take it off
We gon' take it from the 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 long is your cream? long?

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

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

Roll relentless, desert that he hold is a wish
the list, give his miss dick
Technique, sex scream
the bet cream, them alligators jet like a vet swing

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

Yall brothas call us out?
Name names, itd be the wise to shut the fuck up
Get pimp-smacked up, up and macked up
scared and froze of bein' exposed

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

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

Never what you never been told
You did your book bitin' off of my
We hit man, Colombo, coats and hats to
Bust off quick, and then, guns go

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

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

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

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

I heard what yall rappin' about, but bring your out
You shouldnt throw if you livin' in glass house
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 cats catchin' up to Rae last year
Got guns in the jungle, call em
The chrome, the steel, the 22-shot

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

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

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

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

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