Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher 2013

2x]
My youth, dem a boys, dem a
Clap with the nine, aim for your chest (Lawd)

[Verse 1: A$AP
It ah ring? It ah
A little Fergenstein with a little Ranks
A of Jamaican girls that love the Cuban links
Got 'em like Lil Kim in bikini minks
No soldier with a bunch of little tanks
Hit 'em where it hurts, make dudes feel the pain
Blood stain on what for two gold chains
White on my gums like cocaine
'Rari and Jaguar switching lanes
Top down screaming out ain't a thang

[Verse 2: A$AP
I bet the lord never worries, couple niggas
See the die young, gun shots then it's bury
So I'm off in a hurry, I ain't no jury
To convince me, trill shit, I'm trying to stay big
Got a budget for the lawyer, risk my on the corner
It ain't worth it, making history is more
My are soaring, smoking *censored* morphin
Trip to Fiji in the morning, getting with a foreign
Look I finished touring, Worldwide residential
It all started with a pencil, now my presidential
Laid up with a bad chick, that never had
Hold and guns, you think I'm mad rich

[Verse 3: Nast]
From a ho down in hells gate
To a new breath of air and a day
It's a lighter way, I feel good
To buy a bunch of estate, move my mother out her space
Why? Cause it's the new anthem
And nigga, we the new black
Get your up, we in it for the ransom
Money, power, respect: LOX us the answer
New World Order say Always Strive and
But I God is watching over me, wash away my sins
Now I'm in bitch a longer stay, A$AP nigga
Tell my that I'm on my way, in a hurry
Fuck a hater, I gotta tie my waist

[Verse 4: A$AP
on my back like a run a campaign
Baltimore USA, that's my
Used to sip mad dog, now champagne
Used to rock the bus, now I a damn plane
Got a chick who love cocaine
Chill with filled with a young boys
Rob anybody that got a gold
From Baltimore where you here the rang
Peanut butter insides be the wood
Pull up in an all paints bumming
'bout to blow nitro, propane already

[Verse 5: Rocky]
I wrote this shit in class, give me jet lag
for years of oppressions and the set backs
This for chinks, niggas, and the wet backs
Crackers towel heads and I can't the les, drags
This is Huey Newton the uzi shooting
The trill Martin Luther fin to the ruger
Malcolm X's muslim army marching to ya
Bring the to your preacher's screaming hallejuehah!
Mr. President, I'm the shit *censored*
Hello, White America, suck my
They say lords worry, no hope for the kids
Young blood was a thug caught slugs from a
My father, our father, God
Glocks in the air,
This is Kendrick off a Jimmy's watch tower
A longer, seems Martin dreaming for the longest