Luyện nghe bài hát Celebration

What you you like me?
You ain't like me, motherfucker, you a
I been with made people, people
Who you been Chain snatchin'
Jive-ass, maricon
Why you go get lost, get out of here
Go kick a or somethin'

now tuned into the greatest
Motherfuckers can't beat us, join us, can't us, hate us
touch it, fuck it, can't see 'em, try to be 'em
Both shows out your coliseum, eighth wonder

Locked rap for trey summers, faces with the aces under
one up, to take over, the break's over
Nigga, I'm the God MC, me,
Shit knockin', almost a crime, get
to the hearse where my doctors hand

Hot land, F.B.I, D.E.A., I did crime, got
They wanna see me pay, motherfuckers, ride
If they try to plant, the seat of my car
Even a half a gram, flame those, plainclothes
goes for lame hoes, cocaine rapper, rep ya game pros

We celebrate this, while you sittin' back you hate this
Try to this, get caught in my crime matrix
Spittin' sperm inside of latex, you get, no respect like a child
Delegate this, men givin' facelifts

Leave your spacious, career felon, no hiatus
Nor Ceasar's, the C.I.A. flooded my with diseases
Informants, heating the up like global warming
Who shit? My style is laced with arsenic

Odorless tasteless, 'cause of is traceless
I know you wanna see me
You the order, I'll be in hell
Team Roc sweater and ice

Righteous, dominate the global, my a novel
blazin' in and Noble, idolize the vocals
Y'all niggaz is but that's evident
I'm Evil, movin' like

Millionaire flow like water, rap niggaz runnin'
I, applaud ya, clap at ya
Point the Mac at ya, niggaz up
Brought up in the rapture, my torture
Like a compound fracture, can't widdit

For the love of sex money and
with the sets Tecs honies and thugs
Let the four power, on niggaz like a spring shower
And bring flowers for the that surround us
If you was you found us

with speed, tried to play Superman
Ended up like Reeves
Paraplegic, precise minds like the Pharaoh's of
Shot through a barrel *niggaz* weaved it

my Team top seeded with the Sweet 16's
Bulgin' out of my jeans, on the ten-speed
Holdin', shots with you a secret
It's like a story never told but it

Street anthem anchor, to trade shots just like a banker
Lick a round, niggaz hit the ground like
I got ya in forty-two ways
Aim better toothpaste, Jerry Maguire
"Show me the money" like tapes

Run up in your spot with a few eights,
Known men, home in, all of my homies sin
Four shots spin ya like chrome
Put a part right through your dome like the Omen,

White sheets got ya wrapped like a
Back in New York, honey wants it, just spit blood and funny
Niggaz is cartoons, picture styles that's fully
dark rooms, hits fat, cub with a harpoon

Heat-seekin, grill huntin', frontin'?
Keep squeezin, it, I leave the whole street wheezing
No, motherfuckers, hope I fail and gotta the frail
Got 'em scared to like soap in jail

Geyeah, you have it
think of ours as can't be touched, tested, whatever
Never this thing of ours
family