Luyện nghe bài hát Celebration

What you you like me?
You like me, motherfucker, you a punk
I been with made people, connected
Who you wit'? Chain snatchin'
Jive-ass, motherfuckers
Why don't you go get lost, get out of
Go a freestyle or somethin'

You're now tuned the greatest
Motherfuckers can't beat us, us, can't fade us, hate us
touch it, fuck it, can't see 'em, try to be 'em
Both shows sold out your coliseum, wonder

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Movin' speed, tried to play Superman
Ended up like Reeves
Paraplegic, precise like the Pharaoh's of Egypt
Shot through a barrel narrowly weaved it

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

Street anthem anchor, quick to trade just like a banker
Lick a round, hit the ground like Sanka
I got ya in forty-two ways
Aim better than toothpaste, Maguire
"Show me the money" like Clue

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

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

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

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