Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher

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

[Verse 2: Jay
Rock got it, rock from rock bottom
Sparked the flames, still as a top shotta
I ain't no rapper, I ain't no lyricist
And if he ain't talking to you mind ya business
Cold with it, Hippie, yeah we cold niggas
All the girlies love us, get a of us
They bones quiver, heard some throwing stones at us
Holding boulders champ once you hear that YAWK. domes shatter
Top Dawg we runnin' rap, whack rappers, feline
Reason why we don't run with cats, double O five nine -
Where my at
Pull up in that [family van](undefined) holding 2's like the
And to be real not all this rapping politickin'
Rapper competition, up my position
'Til I'm finished, I make a couple tickets
Then I'm outtie on them islands with my crimmies
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 dropping some
a threat since birth
The rap game's pallbearer I'm droppin' the Hearst
I ain't new to this, I'm to this
Industry's nightmare, red strings in my Air's
Yeah, the pair, I'm Jay Rock, America's most wanted
My chargers? Killing MC's warning
Rock!

[Verse 3: Ab
It's Ab-Soul, gimme the loot, I'm the Biggie
In New York City with Puffy, the sticky
All eyes against me, even the score
Prolly why I'm always OT on
TDE, believe me we war
I don't even know piece I like most no more
Two fingers, Two triggers, the difference?
We all die one day until then I'm gettin' paid
My grandma watching so I ain't curse
Still gifted like a verse, backwood full of OG
Bobby Johnson medicine in my to trynna dodge the coffin, Ah
And days are so [bitter sweet](undefined)
I guess it's just a we battle naturally
And y'all still off of Jay-Z tweets
I still got laps to run me and Jay-Z meet
Peep Soul number 2
The first one to make beats for CL Smooth
Top got the but the CL smooth
And rolling weed is the time I see L's move
Soul!

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