Luyện nghe bài hát Dipset (Santana's Town) - Cam'ron

Juelz, dip dip, Santana, set set
What he grip, nigga tec tecs
Who you wit wit, up yo set
Dipset, dipset, dipset,

Juelz, dip dip, Santana, set set
he grip grip, nigga tec tecs
Who you wit wit, up yo set
Dipset, dipset, dipset,

Yo, I be wit a a gangs, who hang and bang
Animals,
Hammers move, bangers
Damn, it's the game has changed

I got a hoe selection, a collection
A selection of my hoe collection
And I'm big pimpin', dipin', quick shiftin'
Bitch listen, this isn't, no damn in here

Yeah, the whole Byrd gang's in
Like Kurt was here, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

And I'm dangerous yeah, brainless yeah, yeah
Aim it yeah, bang it yeah, y'all some motherfuckas
And my diddy-pop, barge through the blocks
Hard with the pretty glock, dodge and you getting

[Incomprehensible] to the bar, hard get a shot
Get a broad, get her hot, get her give her cock
Go, it's your
Go, go drink it girl, it's cumming, I you're thirsty

Harlem's my birthplace, tombstone place
Doomsday, goons day, to Thursday

Juelz, dip dip, Santana, set set
What he grip, nigga tec tecs
Who you wit wit, up yo set
Dipset, dipset, dipset,

Juelz, dip dip, Santana, set set
he grip grip, nigga tec tecs
Who you wit wit, up yo set
Dipset, dipset, dipset,

Jump, stomp, move, breathe, we in too deep,
I'm from the block again
Po-po and the cops again, no homo but they them
Four-fos and and 'em

the paparrazi, they the livest posses
Kamakazi, Nazi, Nazi, copy

I'm a baller, you're not at all a baller
That's why I your daughter
Left her home, her, call her
I'm in the low BM, yeah, with old BM
We smokin' ozium, and petroleums

Yeah, and that's just in case the hole is
Take it off, it over, throw it in, work it, work it
Oops, it, squirt it
Oops, oopsy dais, ohh I'm

Cho-cho train, co-ca mane, Zulu
I'm old school Bambatta, no man's hotta
The damn dadda, I jam proper, ya man's

Juelz, dip dip, Santana, set set
What he grip grip, tec tecs
Who you wit wit, up yo set
Dipset, dipset, dipset,

Juelz, dip dip, Santana, set set
What he grip, nigga tec tecs
Who you wit wit, up yo set
Dipset, dipset, dipset,

Santana, Killa, Jim Jones,
Killa, you already what it is
My man Santana, that boy got that crack man
Records man