Luyện nghe bài hát Dipset Anthem

Yeah,
Oh, come on, with your boy
Santana, Heatmakers, where we at?
Let me see you this, Killa, Jones, Freakay
Yeah man, I'm back at it, on

a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase
So go uptown to Harlem, 'em that I sent ya
Tell 'em it's August, I'm gon' 'til
I need a birds, get a broad, have 'em sent up

Call my bird, get my broad have her sent up,
Call my niggaz, call my squad, have 'em up, please
Yeah I see a I'm likin'
See some niggas getting money in a town I it

I run up on with the pound and light it
it's my block now, all right kid? He understood me quite clear
Then that thing out and ranged out the side of his right ear
And I got to my business, back to my bitches
to the kitchen, that pyrex vision

Pop, I let that stuff sit in
Get hard, get rock, get to the block and pitchin',
Yeah I'm but this is how I'm livin'
And this is how I'm getting, how I get it, hey

I stood watching the wall, in the zone
on my handles, listening to gangsta music
I stood at home on a chrome, with a zone
the channels, watching how the gangstas do it
I stood alone, dome, from a thick chick in sandles
Watching Shaft, math

Now I see death around the corner, stay high
Will I survive in the city where the skinny niggas
Nope, the city where the skinny niggas ride, yeah
Four five on the side, yeah, twisting when they drive, yeah

Lick a for Big Pop and 'Pac, yeah
One more for Shyne inside, yeah
Two more for Cam for over the Roc
Yeah, yeah, it's my so

Okay, okay,
Y'all can't fuck with me, no way, what? or Hector Camacho
Tech blows and watch yo' close and tacos
I'm the best, I told y'all before, I should y'all before

I stood watching the wall, in the zone
Hand on my handles, to gangsta music
I stood at hand on a chrome, with a zone
the channels, watching how the gangstas do it
I stood alone, dome, from a thick chick in sandles
Watching Shaft, math

I'm on the West side of Chicago, lookin' for a bust
And make me put my two up, touchdown!
You stay in now but when I tough down
I'm like Buckshot shorty, down

Yeah I must clown, I'm from Harlem,
Where we flash money, your bitch and ask you, what now?
Birds flip a dozen, chicks is dicks suckin'
my kids, go and kiss they cousin

Yes, they cousins, toys kissing muppets
Worst then that, they go home and kiss husband
That is disgusting
Keep the clucking, keep the pigeons buggin'

This on my wrist is
To me it's just yellow hearts and pink
I get the money for this? Don't think rhymin'
You fucking with Pablo, Bravo, Mario Via ho, Ta-to

I stood alone watching the wall, in the
Hand on my handles, to gangsta music
I stood at hand on a chrome, with a zone
the channels, watching how the gangstas do it

I stood alone the wall, in the zone
Hand on my handles, listening to gangsta
I stood alone, getting dome, from a chick in sandles
Shaft, clocking math