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, cubics is
Ya wig'll get told, put the niggas
Niggas, of cap pillers, gangbangers and dealers
Streets keep watching, aye, [click](undefined) boom the ghetto ya shot down
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 safe and here's a extra 'for I shake
Ya smoke than me with a eighth
Or yet a [wet](undefined) break on a plate
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?
it's just rap and them lines ain't true
So I just threw Q, it, menage a two or maybe trois
girl need a [pot](undefined) pie, I be her da da
Coochie smacking, give to Allah
Get in my car, Oxymoron

2: Jay Rock]
Rock got it, rock came rock bottom
Sparked the flames, still as a top shotta
I ain't no backpack rapper, I no lyricist
And if he talking to you mind ya business then
with it, Black Hippie, yeah we cold niggas
All the girlies love us, get a of us
They bones quiver, heard some clown stones at us
boulders champ once you hear that YAWK. watching domes shatter
It's Top we runnin' rap, whack 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 the handyman
And to be real not with all rapping politickin'
Rapper competition, wrapped up my
'Til I'm finished, 'Til I make a tickets
Then I'm outtie on them islands with my chillin'
ya feelings, now can I [live](undefined)?
Look I keep 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 when I'm droppin' the
I ain't new to this, I'm to this
Industry's nightmare, red strings in my Nike
Yeah, the white pair, I'm Jay Rock, America's wanted
My chargers? Killing MC's without
Rock!

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

4: Isaiah Rashad]
Ay, I think I my second home
California 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 flirt in the
Passing propellers I tell her, her we flying just listen
See we [diamond](undefined) just shining and gon' find us glistening
Brought sand to the beach and we left with ya
For the [record](undefined) in Guinness I'm a menace
is Robin, I'm Given'
Fuckin' minding my
He a victim, us regular in women
Uh, regular niggas, you always cater to
You always wasting my time, you always faking the
I'm put ya muthafuckin' in ya face
You keep lookin' for some women to be all in ya
That deep dussy reach niggas, dussy
That Tennessee make a nigga be dussy
You can never rap than me, 'cause you ain't dedicated
You underrated, you ain't under looked
You ain't overbooked, you just under
It's to be me and my niggas in the [record](undefined) [book](undefined)
Now they got by myself fresh as fuck