Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher 2013

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

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

[Verse 2: A$AP
I bet the lord worries, couple 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 freedom on the
It ain't worth it, history is more important
My thoughts are soaring, *censored* morphin
Trip to in the morning, getting jiggy with a foreign
Look I just finished touring, residential
It all with a pencil, now my suite presidential
Laid up with a bad chick, that never had
Hold diamonds and guns, you I'm mad rich

[Verse 3: Nast]
From a crack ho down in gate
To a new breath of air and a day
It's a lighter way, I good enough
To buy a bunch of real estate, move my out her space
Why? Cause it's the new anthem
And nigga, we the new black
Get hands up, we in it for the ransom
Money, power, LOX gave us the answer
New World Order say Always and Prosper
But I know God is watching over me, wash my sins
Now I'm in this bitch a longer stay, nigga
Tell my cousin that I'm on my way, in a
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
to sip mad dog, now it's champagne
Used to rock the bus, now I catch a damn
Got a chick who love cocaine
Chill with filled with a young boys
Rob that got a gold chain
From where you here the shots rang
butter insides be the wood grain
Pull up in an all paints bumming
'bout to blow like nitro, propane

[Verse 5: A$AP
I wrote this shit in class, give me jet lag
This for years of oppressions and the set
for chinks, niggas, jews and the wet backs
Crackers towel and I can't forget the les, drags
This is Newton with the uzi shooting
The trill Luther fin to spark the ruger
Malcolm X's muslim marching to ya block
Bring the choppa to your preacher's hallejuehah!
Dear Mr. President, I'm the shit
Hello, White America, my dick
say lords never worry, no hope for the kids
Young blood was a thug slugs from a crip
My father, our father, God
in the air, HiiiPower
This is off a visit Jimmy's watch tower
A longer, seems like Martin for the longest