Luyện nghe bài hát Dipset Anthem

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

Today's a new day, got the boo-lay up in the
So go uptown to Harlem, tell 'em I sent ya
Tell 'em it's August, I'm 'til November
I a couple 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 I like it

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

Pop, I let that white sit in
Get hard, get rock, get to the and pitchin', what?
Yeah I'm sorry but this is how I'm
And is how I'm getting, fuck how I get it, hey

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

Now I see death around the corner, gotta high
I survive in the city where the skinny niggas die?
Nope, it's the city where the niggas ride, yeah
Four five semi on the side, yeah, twisting when they drive,

Lick a for Big Pop and 'Pac, yeah
One more for locked 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 yo' chest close and tacos
Motherfucker I'm the best, I told before, I should y'all before

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
Flippin' the channels, how the gangstas do it
I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick in sandles
Watching Shaft, math

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

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

Yes, they kissing cousins, kissing muppets
Worst then that, they go and kiss they husband
That shit is
the chickens clucking, keep the pigeons buggin'

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

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

I stood alone watching the wall, in the
Hand on my handles, listening to gangsta
I stood alone, dome, from a thick chick in sandles
Watching Shaft, clocking