Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher

[Verse 1: Q]
Uh, of these niggas shouldn't be next to us
We keep our distance from those, acting like hoes
Zany imposed, weed in my clothes, is gold
Ya get told, put the realest niggas
Niggas, product of cap pillers, gangbangers and
keep watching, aye, [click](undefined) boom the ghetto bird ya shot down
Straight to the top now, they a third strike on my [background](undefined)
But nah homie, put the on when I [slide](undefined) on 'em
Put the [cash](undefined) in the and here's a extra slug 'for I shake
Ya smoke faster than me with a
Or better yet a [wet](undefined) break on a
Burning ya faith, all senses covered in
Fuckin' with boys in blue, chill out 'for rags at you
You to the cops saying: How we do?
Saying it's just rap and them lines true
So I just threw Q, fuck it, menage a two or trois
Baby girl a [pot](undefined) pie, I be her da da
Coochie smacking, praise to Allah
Get in my car, Oxymoron

[Verse 2: Jay
Rock got it, rock from rock bottom
the flames, still remain as a top shotta
I no backpack rapper, I ain't no lyricist
And if he ain't talking to you mind ya business
Cold with it, Black Hippie, we cold niggas
All the girlies us, get a whiff of us
They bones quiver, heard some clown throwing at us
boulders champ once you hear that YAWK. watching domes shatter
It's Top Dawg we runnin' rap, rappers, feline
Reason why we don't run with cats, nine O five nine -
Where my at
Pull up in that [family van](undefined) holding 2's like the
And to be not with all this rapping politickin'
Rapper competition, wrapped up my
'Til I'm finished, 'Til I a couple tickets
Then I'm outtie on islands with my crimmies chillin'
ya feelings, now can I [live](undefined)?
Look I gotta my feet on top of the dirt
'Cause everywhere I go they like when you some work?
Been a threat birth
The rap game's pallbearer when I'm droppin' the
I new to this, I'm true to this
Industry's nightmare, red in my Nike Air's
Yeah, the white pair, I'm Jay Rock, most wanted
My chargers? Killing MC's warning
Rock!

3: Ab Soul]
It's Ab-Soul, gimme the loot, I'm the Biggie
In New York City with Puffy, puffing the
All eyes me, still even the score
why I'm always OT on tour
TDE, believe me we war
I don't even know what piece I like most no
Two fingers, Two triggers, What's the
We all gon' die one day until then I'm paid
My grandma so I ain't gon' curse
Still gifted like a Wale verse, full of OG
Bobby medicine in my soul to trynna dodge the coffin, Ah
And days are so [bitter sweet](undefined)
I guess it's a balance we battle naturally
And y'all still trippin' off of tweets
I still got to run when me and Jay-Z meet
Peep Soul brother 2
The first one used to beats for CL Smooth
Top got the s550 but the CL
And weed is the only time I see L's move
Soul!

[Verse 4: Rashad]
Ay, I think I found my home
Sunny California and it's ya little nigga
You ain't meant for corners, it's what they me
So I never looked back, I got a in the [back](undefined)
[Fattest](undefined) [elephant](undefined) ass, so we flirt in the
Passing propellers I her, tell her we flying just listen
See we [diamond](undefined) just shining and they gon' us glistening
Brought sand to the beach and we left ya bitchh
For the [record](undefined) in Guinness I'm a hecklin'
is Robin, I'm Given'
Fuckin' my business
He a regular victim, us in women
Uh, niggas, you always cater to sluts
You wasting my time, you always faking the funk
I'm put ya muthafuckin' in ya face
You keep lookin' for some to be all in ya face
That deep reach niggas, keep dussy
Tennessee dussy make a nigga be dussy
You can never rap better than me, 'cause you dedicated
You ain't underrated, you under looked
You ain't overbooked, you just cooked
It's supposed to be me and my in the [record](undefined) [book](undefined)
Now got by myself still fresh as fuck