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)

1: A$AP Ferg]
It ah ring? It ah
A little Fergenstein with a little Ranks
A train of Jamaican girls that 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 stain on what remains for two chains
White gold on my gums like
'Rari and Jaguar four lanes
Top down screaming out money a thang

[Verse 2: Twelvyy]
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 forcing no
To convince me, trill shit, I'm to stay big free
Got a budget for the lawyer, my freedom on the corner
It ain't worth it, making history is more
My thoughts are soaring, smoking *censored*
Trip to Fiji in the morning, getting with a foreign
Look I just finished touring, Worldwide
It all started with a pencil, now my presidential
up with a bad chick, that never had shit
Hold and guns, you think I'm mad rich

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

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

[Verse 5: A$AP
I this shit in business 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 forget the les, drags
This is Huey Newton the uzi shooting
The trill Martin Luther fin to 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, my dick
They say lords never worry, no for the kids
Young blood was a thug caught slugs a crip
My father, our father, God
Glocks in the air,
This is Kendrick off a visit Jimmy's watch
A longer, like Martin dreaming for the longest