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

[Verse 2: Twelvyy]
I bet the lord never worries, niggas buried
See the good die young, gun shots then it's
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 it, making history is more important
My are soaring, smoking *censored* morphin
to Fiji in the morning, getting jiggy with a foreign
Look I just touring, Worldwide residential
It all with a pencil, now my suite presidential
Laid up with a bad chick, that never had
Hold and guns, you think I'm mad rich

[Verse 3: A$AP
From a crack ho in hells gate
To a new breath of air and a day
It's a lighter way, I feel enough
To buy a of real estate, move my mother out her space
Cause it's the new power anthem
And nigga, we the new panthers
Get your hands up, we in it for the
Money, power, respect: LOX us the answer
New World say Always Strive and Prosper
But I know God is over me, wash away my sins
Now I'm in this a longer stay, A$AP nigga
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 back a run a campaign
USA, that's my domain
Used to sip mad dog, now champagne
Used to rock the bus, now I a damn plane
Got a white chick who love
Chill with filled a young boys pain
Rob anybody that got a gold
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, already

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