Luyện nghe bài hát The Best Out

Okay,okay,okay, yes sir
Hell Rell, J.R. Writer,
is how we do it, maan
I am one of a kind,
now or never, nigga
Time's up,
Let's do

Aiyo, I stop for coke, get bricks on the muscle
Gorillas on they bullshit, to the jungle
get served in the hallway, welcome to the hustle
Where bitches do for a hit of that glass dick
I'm outta town, nothing less than a half brick
One-Sixty on the dash, nothing less a fast whip
I floss it's sunny, got money for a rainy day
In the dope spot a few blocks from where the play

Man, I'm heavy in BX borough, we ain't gotta front for nobody
We just thorough and I'm on an arsenal, rockets and the missiles
Took my advance and got my poppin' with them nickels
And when I'm in ya neighborhood, you go hide
Deliver bullets to ya door them domino pies nigga
Say to my little friend like Scarface
I pull fuckin' rifle right out the guitar case

Dipset, the out, Hell Rell, he fresh out
Jones the kuffe smacker, he bringing techs out
Sporty-style, 40 cal, he Corvettes out
Bezel, the but I still show you what fresh 'bout
You know who shavin' the grams, 40k on the
Killa nigga, what more can I say Cam
J.R. the writer of and Santana
Back like crack, he even supplying suppliers

The type that I'm tighter, tight 'cause I'm
Write 'cause I'm nicer, for the lifers
Knifes in the cipher, writers a viper, listen is butter
Even ringling see I got the eye of the tiger
Before I met killa cam, I was dealing killa
I killer grams, throws a tan, fill a pan
Recorded in the hole, where you chill or stand
No booth, hangin off the ceiling fan

Mass million fan sittin' in the Belly
Watch how I heavy him, Bessey, Chevy, Desi fill 'em
But I still ain't a sweat, yes I'm chillin'
Veet wong, wrong, Tito gonna bet the building
I been grind to lean, sniff lines for
Grams chopped, tan rock, I lima beans
Piff was mean, had 'em dumb stuck
So when I say uncut, I mean behind the scenes

Dipset, the best out, Hell Rell, he out
Jones the kuffe smacker, he bringing techs out
Sporty-style, 40 cal, he bringing out
Bezel, the but I still show you what fresh 'bout
You know who shavin' the grams, 40k on the
Killa nigga, what can I say about Cam
J.R. the writer of writers and
Back like cooked crack, he even suppliers

Yo, I'm a NY G Jeremy Shockey
Come through my coupe like I meant to be sloppy
I got DJ's karate
'Cause they throw my wax on and your wax off like Mr. Myagi
Pimpin', I'm cocky, I slap your on the cheek
And her home barefooted, you massaging her feet
You probably go down on a freak, you're a meat
But we mad 'cause you're proving, you are what you eat

squadron is weak, speak and get a broken something
Need a plate in ya like a toaster oven
Fuck it, they got dojas frontin'
Shakin' cola, only time your coke was bubbling cousin
Cal get weight with no
Ride around ya block, it out the car window
And ya been know, that I chop rocks
That make your father cop like Carl

Dipset, the best out, Hell Rell, he out
Jones the kuffe smacker, he them techs out
Sporty-style, 40 cal, he Corvettes out
Bezel, the beast but I still you what fresh 'bout
You know who shavin' the grams, 40k on the
Killa nigga, more can I say about Cam
J.R. the writer of and Santana
Back like cooked crack, he even supplying