Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher 2013

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

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

[Verse 2: Twelvyy]
I bet the lord worries, couple niggas buried
See the good die young, gun shots then bury
So I'm off in a hurry, I ain't no jury
To convince me, shit, I'm trying to stay big free
Got a budget for the lawyer, risk my freedom on the
It ain't it, making history is more important
My thoughts are soaring, smoking *censored*
Trip to Fiji in the morning, getting jiggy a foreign
I just finished touring, Worldwide residential
It all started 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: Nast]
From a crack ho down in gate
To a new of air and a brighter 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 power
And nigga, we the new panthers
Get hands up, we in it for the ransom
Money, power, respect: LOX us the answer
New World Order say Always Strive and
But I know God is over me, wash away my sins
Now I'm in this bitch a longer stay, nigga
Tell my cousin that I'm on my way, in a
a hater, I just gotta tie my waist

[Verse 4: A$AP
on my back like a run a campaign
Baltimore USA, my domain
to sip mad dog, now it's champagne
Used to the bus, now I catch a damn plane
Got a white who love cocaine
Chill filled with a young boys pain
Rob anybody got a gold chain
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: Rocky]
I wrote this 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 can't forget the les,
This is Huey Newton the uzi shooting
The trill Martin Luther fin to spark the
X's muslim army marching to ya block
Bring the choppa to your screaming hallejuehah!
Dear Mr. President, I'm the *censored*
Hello, White America, suck my
They say lords never worry, no for the kids
Young blood was a thug caught slugs 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