Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher 2013

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My youth, dem a boys, dem a
Clap with the nine, aim for your chest (Lawd)

[Verse 1: Ferg]
It ah ring? It ah
A little Fergenstein with a Shabba Ranks
A train of Jamaican girls that the Cuban links
Got 'em wining like Lil Kim in minks
No Limit with a bunch of little tanks
Hit 'em where it hurts, make them dudes the pain
Blood on what remains for two gold chains
White gold on my gums like
'Rari and Jaguar switching four
Top down out money ain't a thang

[Verse 2: Twelvyy]
I bet the lord never worries, couple buried
See the good die young, gun shots then bury
So I'm off in a hurry, I ain't forcing no
To convince me, shit, I'm trying to stay big free
Got a budget for the lawyer, my freedom on the corner
It ain't worth it, making is more important
My thoughts are soaring, *censored* morphin
Trip to in the morning, getting jiggy with a foreign
Look I finished touring, Worldwide residential
It all with a pencil, now my suite presidential
up with a bad chick, that never had shit
Hold and guns, you think I'm mad rich

[Verse 3: A$AP
a crack ho down in hells gate
To a new of air and a brighter day
It's a lighter way, I good enough
To buy a bunch of real estate, my mother out her space
Why? Cause the new power anthem
And nigga, we the new panthers
Get your hands up, we in it for the
Money, power, LOX gave us the answer
New World Order say Always and Prosper
But I know God is over me, wash away my sins
Now I'm in this bitch a stay, A$AP nigga
Tell my that I'm on my way, in a hurry
Fuck a hater, I just gotta tie my

[Verse 4: Ant]
City on my back a run a campaign
Baltimore USA, that's my
Used to sip mad dog, now it's
to rock the bus, now I catch a damn plane
Got a white chick who cocaine
Chill with filled with a boys pain
Rob that got a gold chain
From Baltimore where you here the shots
Peanut butter insides be the wood
Pull up in an all white bumming
to blow like nitro, propane already

[Verse 5: Rocky]
I wrote shit in business class, give me jet lag
for years of oppressions and the set backs
This for chinks, niggas, and the wet backs
towel heads and I can't forget the les, drags
This is Newton with the uzi shooting
The trill Martin Luther fin to spark the
Malcolm X's muslim army to ya block
Bring the choppa to your preacher's hallejuehah!
Dear Mr. President, I'm the *censored*
Hello, White America, suck my
They say lords never worry, no for the kids
Young blood was a thug caught slugs a crip
My father, our father, God
Glocks in the air,
This is Kendrick off a Jimmy's watch tower
A longer, seems like Martin dreaming for the