Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher

[Verse 1: Q]
Uh, of these niggas shouldn't be next to us
We our distance from those, 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
Streets keep watching, aye, [click](undefined) boom the ghetto 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 faster than me with a eighth
Or better yet a [wet](undefined) break on a
Burning ya faith, all covered in tape
Fuckin' with them in blue, chill out 'for rags at you
You running to the saying: How we do?
Saying it's rap and them lines ain't true
So I just threw Q, it, menage a two or maybe trois
Baby girl a [pot](undefined) pie, I be her da da
Coochie smacking, give praise to
Get blazed in my car,

[Verse 2: Jay
got it, rock came from rock bottom
Sparked the flames, remain as a top shotta
I ain't no rapper, I ain't no lyricist
And if he ain't talking to you mind ya then
Cold with it, Hippie, yeah we cold niggas
All the girlies love us, get a of us
They bones quiver, heard some clown stones at us
Holding boulders champ 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 double O nine -
Where my at
Pull up in that [family van](undefined) holding 2's like the
And to be real not with all rapping politickin'
Rapper competition, wrapped up my
I'm finished, 'Til I make a couple tickets
Then I'm on them islands with my crimmies chillin'
ya feelings, now can I [live](undefined)?
Look I keep my feet on top of the dirt
'Cause I go they like when you dropping some work?
Been a threat since
The rap game's pallbearer when I'm the Hearst
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, America's 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, the sticky
All against me, still even the score
Prolly why I'm always OT on
TDE, believe me we war
I don't even what piece I like most no more
Two fingers, Two triggers, What's the
We all gon' die one day then I'm gettin' paid
My grandma watching so I gon' curse
Still gifted like a Wale verse, full of OG
Bobby Johnson medicine in my soul to dodge the coffin, Ah
And days are so [bitter sweet](undefined)
I it's just a balance we battle naturally
And y'all still trippin' off of Jay-Z
I still got laps to run when me and Jay-Z
Peep Soul brother 2
The first one to make beats for CL Smooth
Top got the s550 but the CL
And rolling weed is the only time I see L's
Soul!

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