Luyện nghe bài hát Bet Cypher

[Kanye
Uh, Good music, our year
backing by DJ Premier
now let me count it down, who the f-ck up in
Common, Don, Old G, rap, oh
that n-ggas know you can't really f-ck that
Pusha T, the Clipse just a classic
music together we too Jurassic, you stay plastic

Ramadan with the flow, guaranteed fasting
Big is a don
Cyhi da
why you so nervous dog stop being
if you aint talking bout we aint got nothing in common
f-ck that and just common sense what the

T]
Came in the game, 8 years
8 years later, your mans on
My Book of Eli, to all my
play the two doors, street car named
came in Grindin', Ye' came throught the
but at the crossroads, Bone thugs
1st of the month, to the buyers
rent too on the coupe you been fired
smooth criminal, no
man in the mirror, check no
still like that like Mariah
show me the money the black Jerry
Tom on that couch if that money right
Hollywood feels like a bunny night
with GOOD company and better
to the Good Life, we music

Sean]
Man, I wake up to a wet
day's a Friday and every nights a sex scene
every week is fashion week and every day I'm pressed
Detroit's Angel, I even got red
I'm headed to the ball, me and three queens
my life's prom night and guess who's the Prom
they a kissing fight and I'm Don King
everybody know I'm coming like LeBron's ring
I'm Big L, Notorious, Big Pun, Shawn Carter, Sean and Connery all in one
whoever you sky's the limit is looking dumb
I'm 22 and I'm moonwalking on the sun
oh thats girl
she feelin on my water next to a couple boaters
and she tryna motor boat her and im coming from the w-w-westside of the
you find banana clips 'cause it's Guerilla warfare
last year I was this from the couch and now I'm here
thats to let you what I'm about
black suit cuz my whole team's killing
had to keep setting cuz your whole team stealin
many tell me I'm the man I made it yet
me who the baddest, I'll see if i see them naked yet
won't til I get that Mercedes 700 CLK and Mercedes aint made it yet

Da Prince]
I'm Mr Got bread Quizno's
known as MJ with the big nose
I swear your artist couldn't see me on his tip
only on TV I gotta take a pose
let me stop I forgot was a big show
and dope made you broke I aint piss poor
I'm big poppa I'm 2pacalypto
my is a weapon what I need to pop a clip for
huh, I'm this for hip hop
Im coming you, him and his spot
still to the streets like a ish knot
aint nothing fake, I'm not a Rolly a tick tock
Atlanta in the home of the yankees
Rose wood suit on the hanky
I got rich from the of the stanky
so everybody my money long, lanky!
so I'm flexible stretching out my
up the flow got the crowd going testicles
can't bleep it out cuz wasn't nothing sexual
I'm blowing loud, somebody check the
I'm impeccable put me on the pedestal
and if you bite me, it's good for you like a
shows by the several, schedule of festivals
and if I ever do time than you know its
uh, incredible,

F-f-fam fam fam monster too
you don't see I do that the monsters do
the incomparable, remarkable,
about my audio technique, my
I recognise like the ESPY's
cold to I say God Bless me the truth
so I live and directly
you, I will set my mic is where my check be
rah, I echo, I echo, I echo, the of the ghetto, future of the retro
prolly in the metro so I can get dough
the name is Common but the frame is
leave requested the years I've invested
arrested, develop, it, envelope
the of the black party from Farley to Bob Marley
go home or go hard, at is life hardly

West]
the plan was to drink the pain over
what's worse, the or the hangover?
air rolling down the window
too many urkels on team thats why your Winslow
I sold my to the devil thats a crappy deal
least it came with a few like a happy meal
game you could never win
cause they love you then they hate you they love you again
get from me loniless
get away me misery
get away from me fake sh-t, I can't take the
get from me wack tracks
I can only only hits
I'm an only lost in the World
where did the lonely kids go when the ring
feeling like hell
me back down
checking my
its whats happening
if I didn't have the ends
I would'nt have so imaginary friends
I'm out Dog, I be on that Moon talk
wonder if God ask Mike how to walk
I to momma wish me and my father talk more
Thats that vision the time I was a sophmore
I guess everything I hate me I see in him
and I aint finna change, so we'll never again
just a few things out my soul
Rosewood we see her with our eyes closed