Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher 2013

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

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

[Verse 2: Twelvyy]
I bet the lord never worries, niggas buried
See the good die young, gun then it's bury
So I'm off in a hurry, I forcing no jury
To me, trill shit, I'm trying to stay big free
Got a budget for the lawyer, risk my on the corner
It worth it, making history is more important
My are soaring, smoking *censored* morphin
Trip to Fiji in the morning, jiggy with a foreign
Look I just finished touring, residential
It all with a pencil, now my suite presidential
Laid up a bad chick, that never had shit
diamonds and guns, you think I'm mad rich

[Verse 3: Nast]
From a crack ho down in hells
To a new of air and a brighter 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 power
And nigga, we the new black
Get your hands up, we in it for the
Money, power, respect: LOX gave us the
New Order say Always Strive and Prosper
But I God is watching over me, wash away my sins
Now I'm in this bitch a longer stay, A$AP
my cousin that I'm on my way, in a hurry
Fuck a hater, I just tie my waist

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

[Verse 5: Rocky]
I wrote this shit in class, give me jet lag
This for years of 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 with the uzi
The trill Martin fin to spark the ruger
Malcolm X's muslim marching to ya block
Bring the to your preacher's screaming hallejuehah!
Dear Mr. President, I'm the *censored*
Hello, White America, suck my
They say lords never worry, no for the kids
blood was a thug caught slugs from a crip
My father, our father, God
in the air, HiiiPower
This is Kendrick off a visit watch tower
A longer, seems like Martin dreaming for the