Luyện nghe bài hát Celebration

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

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

rap for trey summers, poker faces with the aces under
Face one up, to take over, the over
Nigga, I'm the God MC, me,
Shit knockin', almost a crime, get
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
Even a half a gram, better those, plainclothes
Same goes for lame hoes, cocaine rapper, rep ya game

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

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

Odorless tasteless, 'cause of death is
I know you wanna see me
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

Millionaire that flow like water, rap runnin'
I, oughta ya, clap at ya
Point the Mac at ya, caught up
up in the rapture, my flows torture
Like a compound fracture, can't fuck

For the of sex money and drugs
Affiliated with the Tecs honies and thugs
Let the four power, rain on like a spring shower
And flowers for the bodies that surround us
If you was lookin' you us

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

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

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

Run up in your spot with a few eights,
men, home in, all of my homies condone sin
Four shots ya like chrome rims
Put a right through your dome 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
dark rooms, hits fat, cub with a harpoon

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

Geyeah, you have it
Just think of as can't be touched, tested, whatever
Never disrespect this thing of
Roc-a-Fella