Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher 2013

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

1: A$AP Ferg]
It ah It ah ring
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 Limit soldier with a of little tanks
Hit 'em where it hurts, make dudes feel the pain
Blood on what remains for two gold chains
White gold on my gums cocaine
'Rari and Jaguar switching lanes
Top down screaming out money a thang

[Verse 2: A$AP
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, trill shit, I'm trying to stay big
Got a budget for the lawyer, my freedom on the corner
It ain't worth it, making history is more
My thoughts are soaring, *censored* morphin
Trip to Fiji in the morning, getting jiggy with a
Look I finished touring, Worldwide residential
It all started a pencil, now my suite presidential
Laid up with a bad chick, never had shit
Hold and guns, you think I'm mad rich

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

[Verse 4: A$AP
City on my back like a run a
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
with filled with a young boys pain
Rob anybody that got a gold
From Baltimore where you the shots rang
Peanut butter be the wood grain
Pull up in an all white paints
'bout to blow like nitro, propane

[Verse 5: A$AP
I this shit in business class, give me jet lag
This for of oppressions and the set backs
This for chinks, niggas, and the wet backs
Crackers towel heads and I forget the les, drags
This is Huey with the uzi shooting
The Martin Luther fin to spark the ruger
Malcolm X's muslim marching to ya block
Bring the choppa to preacher's screaming hallejuehah!
Dear Mr. President, I'm the shit
Hello, White America, suck my
say lords never worry, no hope for the kids
Young blood was a thug caught from a crip
My father, our father, God
in the air, HiiiPower
This is Kendrick off a visit Jimmy's watch
A longer, seems like Martin dreaming for the