Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher 2013

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

[Verse 1: A$AP
It ah ring? It ah
A little Fergenstein a little Shabba Ranks
A train of Jamaican that love the Cuban links
Got 'em like Lil Kim in bikini minks
No Limit with a bunch of little tanks
Hit 'em where it hurts, make dudes feel the pain
Blood on what remains for two gold chains
White on my gums like cocaine
and Jaguar 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 it's bury
So I'm off in a hurry, I forcing no jury
To me, trill shit, I'm trying to stay big free
Got a budget for the lawyer, risk my freedom on the
It ain't worth it, making history is more
My are soaring, smoking *censored* morphin
Trip to Fiji in the morning, getting jiggy with a
Look I just finished touring, Worldwide
It all with 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$AP
From a crack ho down in hells
To a new breath of air and a day
It's a lighter way, I feel enough
To buy a bunch of real estate, move my mother out her
Why? Cause the new power anthem
And nigga, we the new panthers
Get your hands up, we in it for the
Money, power, respect: LOX us the answer
New World say Always Strive and Prosper
But I know God is watching over me, wash away my
Now I'm in this a longer stay, A$AP nigga
Tell my cousin that I'm on my way, in a
Fuck a hater, I just gotta tie my

[Verse 4: Ant]
on my back like a run a campaign
Baltimore USA, that's my
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 with filled with a young boys
Rob anybody that got a gold
From Baltimore where you here the shots
Peanut butter insides be the wood
up in an all white paints bumming
'bout to blow like nitro, propane

[Verse 5: Rocky]
I wrote shit in business class, give me jet lag
This for of oppressions and the set backs
for chinks, niggas, jews and the wet backs
Crackers towel heads and I forget the les, drags
is Huey Newton with the uzi shooting
The trill Martin fin to spark the ruger
Malcolm X's army marching to ya block
Bring the to your preacher's screaming hallejuehah!
Dear Mr. President, I'm the *censored*
Hello, America, suck my dick
say lords never worry, no hope 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 watch tower
A longer, seems like Martin for the longest