Luyện nghe bài hát Bet Cypher

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

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

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

[Big
Man, I up to a wet dream
every day's a Friday and every nights a sex
every is fashion week and every day I'm pressed clean
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 King
they a kissing fight and I'm Don King
know I'm coming soon like LeBron's ring
I'm Big L, Notorious, Big Pun, Shawn Carter, Sean Combs and all in one
whoever you sky's the limit is looking dumb
cause I'm 22 and I'm on the sun
oh thats your
she feelin on my water 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 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
reaper black suit cuz my whole team's
had to keep setting trends cuz your whole stealin
many tell me I'm the man I aint it yet
tell me who the baddest, I'll see if i see naked yet
won't stop til I get that 700 CLK and Mercedes aint made it yet

[Cyhi Da
I'm Mr Got like Quizno's
better known as MJ the big nose
I swear your artist couldn't see me on his tip
only on TV I take a quick 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 mind is a what I need to pop a clip for
huh, I'm this for hip hop
Im coming after you, him and his
tied to the streets like a ish knot
aint nothing fake, I'm not a Rolly with a tock
repper in the home of the yankees
Rose suit on with 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 there wasn't sexual
I'm loud, somebody check the decibels
I'm impeccable put me on the pedestal
and if you bite me, it's for you like a vegatable
shows by the several, schedule of festivals
and if I ever do than you know its federal
uh, incredible,

F-f-fam fam fam I'ma too
you don't see I do that the monsters do
the incomparable, remarkable,
my audio technique, my technique
I recognise games like the
cold to myself I say God Bless me the
so I live and directly
you, I will set free my mic is where my 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 but the frame is special
leave requested from the I've invested
arrested, develop, it, envelope
the body of the black party Farley to Bob Marley
go home or go hard, at home is life

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