Luyện nghe bài hát Celebration

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For the of sex money and drugs
Affiliated with the 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

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

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

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

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

sheets got ya wrapped like a Roman
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 provoke the frail
Got 'em scared to drop like soap in

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