Luyện nghe bài hát Bet Cypher

[Kanye
Uh, music, this our year
backing drums by DJ
now let me count it down, who the up in here
Common, Don, Old G, rap, oh
that n-ggas know you really f-ck with that
Pusha T, the Clipse just a classic
Good music together we too Jurassic, you plastic

Ramadan the flow, guaranteed everyone fasting
Big is a don
Cyhi da
why you so nervous dog being tense
if you aint talking bout Rash we got nothing in common
that and thats just common sense what the

T]
Came in the game, 8 years
8 later, your mans on fire
My Book of Eli, to all my
play the two doors, street car named
came in Grindin', Ye' came the wire
but at the crossroads, Bone inspired
1st of the month, Trump to the
rent too paid on the you been fired
criminal, no prior's
man in the mirror, check no
like that butterfly like Mariah
show me the the black Jerry MaGuire
Tom Cruise on that couch if that right
West Hollywood like a bunny night
with GOOD and better jewelers
to the Good Life, we music

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

Da Prince]
I'm Mr Got bread Quizno's
better known as MJ with the big
I swear your artist see me on his tip toes
only on TV I gotta take a quick
let me stop I forgot was a big show
and being dope made you I aint piss poor
I'm big poppa plus I'm
my mind is a weapon I need to pop a clip for
huh, I'm doing for hip hop
Im coming you, him and his spot
still tied to the like a ish knot
nothing fake, I'm not a Rolly with a tick tock
Atlanta repper in the home of the
Rose wood suit on the hanky
I got rich from the zones of the
so everybody my money long, lanky!
so I'm flexible stretching out my
up the flow got the crowd going testicles
can't it out cuz there wasn't nothing sexual
I'm blowing loud, somebody check the
I'm they 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 I'ma too
you don't see I do things that the do
the incomparable, remarkable,
about my audio technique, my
I recognise games the ESPY's
cold to myself I say God me the truth
so I speak live and
you, I set free 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 just so I can get dough
the name is but the frame is special
leave requested the years I've invested
arrested, develop, addressed it,
the body of the black party Farley to Bob Marley
go home or go hard, at home is hardly

[Kanye
the was to drink till the pain over
what's worse, the pain or the
fresh air down the window
too many urkels on your team thats why your
I my soul to the devil thats a crappy deal
least it came with a few toys like a happy
game you could never win
cause they love you they hate you then they love you again
get from me loniless
get away from me
get away from me fake sh-t, I take the phoniness
get away from me wack
I can only make hits
I'm an only child lost in the
where did the lonely go when the bell ring
feeling hell rings
bringing me back
my background
its whats happening
if I didn't have the ends
I would'nt so many imaginary friends
I'm out Dog, I be on that Moon talk
wonder if God ask Mike how to moon
I swear to momma wish me and my talk more
Thats that vision around the I was a sophmore
I guess everything I hate me I see in him
and I aint finna change, so we'll never agree
just a few things pouring out my
Rosewood we see her with our eyes closed