Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher

[Verse 1: Q]
Uh, Most of these niggas shouldn't be to us
We keep our distance from those, those acting like
imposed, weed in my clothes, cubics is gold
Ya wig'll get told, put the niggas
Niggas, product of cap pillers, gangbangers and
Streets keep watching, aye, [click](undefined) boom the ghetto bird ya shot
Straight to the top now, want a third strike on my [background](undefined)
But nah homie, put the mask on I [slide](undefined) on 'em
Put the [cash](undefined) in the and here's a extra slug 'for I shake
Ya smoke faster me with a eighth
Or yet a [wet](undefined) break on a plate
Burning ya faith, all senses in tape
Fuckin' with them boys in blue, chill out 'for at you
You running to the cops How we do?
Saying just 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
Rock got it, rock from rock bottom
the flames, still remain as a top shotta
I ain't no backpack rapper, I ain't no
And if he ain't talking to you mind ya then
Cold with it, Black Hippie, yeah we cold
All the love us, get a whiff of us
They quiver, heard some clown throwing stones at us
Holding champ once you hear that YAWK. watching domes shatter
It's Top Dawg we rap, whack rappers, feline
Reason why we don't run with cats, double O five nine -
my family at
Pull up in that [family van](undefined) 2's like the handyman
And to be real not with all this rapping
Rapper competition, up my position
'Til I'm finished, I make a couple tickets
Then I'm outtie on them with my crimmies chillin'
ya feelings, now can I [live](undefined)?
Look I gotta keep my on top of the dirt
'Cause everywhere I go they when you dropping some work?
a threat since birth
The rap game's when I'm droppin' the Hearst
I ain't new to this, I'm to this
nightmare, red strings in my Nike Air's
Yeah, the white pair, I'm Jay Rock, America's wanted
My chargers? Killing MC's warning
Rock!

[Verse 3: Ab
It's Ab-Soul, gimme the loot, I'm the skinny
In New York City with Puffy, the sticky
All against me, still even the score
Prolly why I'm OT on tour
TDE, me we want war
I don't even know piece I like most no more
Two fingers, Two triggers, What's the
We all gon' die one day until then I'm gettin'
My grandma watching so I gon' curse
Still like a Wale verse, backwood full of OG
Bobby Johnson medicine in my to trynna dodge the coffin, Ah
And these are so [bitter sweet](undefined)
I it's just a balance we battle naturally
And still trippin' off of Jay-Z tweets
I got laps to run when me and Jay-Z meet
Peep Soul number 2
The one used to make beats for CL Smooth
Top got the s550 but the CL
And rolling weed is the time I see L's move
Soul!

4: Isaiah Rashad]
Ay, I I found my second home
California and it's ya little nigga brother
You ain't meant for corners, what they told 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 tell her, her we flying just listen
See we [diamond](undefined) just shining and they gon' us glistening
Brought sand to the beach and we with ya bitchh
For the [record](undefined) in Guinness I'm a hecklin'
Where is Robin, I'm
Fuckin' minding my
He a regular victim, us in women
Uh, regular niggas, you cater to sluts
You always 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 dussy reach niggas, keep dussy
That Tennessee dussy 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
It's supposed to be me and my in the [record](undefined) [book](undefined)
Now they got by myself still as fuck