Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher 2013

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

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

[Verse 2: Twelvyy]
I bet the lord never worries, couple buried
See the good die young, gun then it's 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 on the corner
It ain't it, making history is more important
My are soaring, smoking *censored* morphin
Trip to Fiji in the morning, getting jiggy with a
I just finished touring, Worldwide residential
It all with 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]
a crack ho down in hells gate
To a new of air and a brighter day
It's a lighter way, I feel enough
To buy a bunch of real estate, move my out her space
Why? it's the new power 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 say Always Strive and Prosper
But I know God is watching me, wash away my sins
Now I'm in this bitch a 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, my domain
to sip mad dog, now it's champagne
Used to rock the bus, now I catch a plane
Got a white chick who love
with filled with a young boys pain
Rob anybody got a gold chain
From Baltimore where you here the rang
Peanut butter insides be the grain
Pull up in an all white paints
'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 can't the les, drags
This is Newton with the uzi shooting
The Martin Luther fin to spark the ruger
X's muslim army marching to ya block
Bring the choppa to your preacher's hallejuehah!
Mr. President, I'm the shit *censored*
Hello, White America, my dick
They say lords never worry, no hope for the
Young blood was a thug caught slugs a crip
My father, our father, God
Glocks in the air,
This is Kendrick off a Jimmy's watch tower
A longer, seems like dreaming for the longest