Luyện nghe bài hát You Gotta Love It

[Intro:
Ok off, you a bitch nigga
Only I'm doin this
jus name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty
First - you Roc-A-Fella from Dame
Second - you stole Kanye from
Third - you Roc-A-Wear from Dame
Forth - I seen the nigga that diamond up before them shots was fired
Fifth - hold on, the beat off
I had to the beat off for this
You bout you a 80's baby
You 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily
the king of new york rocking sandals with jeans?
Open toe sandals choncletas with jeans on
How's the king of New York rocking with jeans and he 42 years old?
to business

[Verse 1:
You ain't the only one with big
Got it, my brollic, dot it
But your publishing go to Mrs. Wallace
Honest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you
And he can't dog who styled 'em
It was Roc-a-Wear, when had it
Now you got it, it +Cock-a-wear+,(you got it on) huh not in here (nope)
it pronto, you won't see a car. No
Dame and bitch for years, now you Juan hoe
(Go to Lennox & Broadway you ass nigga)
He own the 40/40 got you in City
Bitched your budget outta baseline, goddamn it's
You love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' true
But now I look we got dudes in Brooklyn then you
Appar-ently Down in Jeezy video
I shoulda kissed you on the cheek, you a pretty ho (ask Weezy, was there)
At Jaz video you starred in it, Pan (Hawaiian Sophie)
I was hopping off the greyhound, Pan
(Call him Hawaiian from now on)
How could he be the (huh)
Only reason fam I don't dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn
But we hawk yo, right where you walk ho (right you walk)
You can fool the rest of the long as New York know
We put u underground clown aint gone check to (cellars)
I know he 40 years old, I respect my elders
I respect the hustlers, plus the and the sellers
a customer buster, here go jet propellers

2X: Max B]
You gotta hate us the way we getting this
All my niggaz is coming strait minimum wages
niggaz ridin the dips steady tryin to play us (Quit trying to spray us)
But for robbery we new flavor (DipSet)
In 40th we tote them guns (DipSet)
This is 40th nigga we the slums(DipSet)
Pushin 40 you not the one
It's Season holla at a nigga cause here it come

[Verse 2:
Killa! go
Who can fuck with me? No mammal, but we tote
Atcha open toe sandals, and you look Joe Camel (go smoke some cigarettes)
Off of Rocafella right? no
But Busta fly joints, put us out the contract
I left the label right, lot of wonder how
Everytime I diss label I get fined a hundred thou'
Jus for tellin y'all I get fined a hundred (This is crazy)
Huh them cats are ill, 5 times a a mil
Wanna play like a sticker smack a grill
Paul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy (put flowers on them niggaz)
East west coast slang yo cap ya peel
Down in ask B I'ma mack forreal
you tell me, respect, better dwell me
Beyonce fiance, check my 2nd LP (check my album)
I might bring it back, that's girl, that's your world
Had the thing, fucking singing slinging crack (word)
Mr. Rocafella stop, stop, it fellas (stop)
Still got our acapellas, but I Akinel her
"Put it in ya it in ya mouth"
It ain't my I'm raw
I'm sorry B but I a war
And he stabbed "Un" (Lance Rivera) Charli Baltimore (fucking faggot)
for love, nuh-nuh sucker for love
Killa bitch go to handy stuff in the glove
hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her head (you know what is is)
Tell "Oh Jay-Z chill, is dead"

[Ontro 1:
Y'all don't want it with us man
This round one, 15 rounds B
We ready you aint gone bluff us at no concert, out 25 thou'
Actin like you gon us
You got anthrax over man, and we George Bush man
You aint gone Sadam it
Acting you got something over there
You doing Ma$e did, you making super songs man
Let it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man [fades