Luyện nghe bài hát Dipset Symphony

I don't give a who's first or who's last
The is gonna rock this shit out at a drop of a brick, nigga
I don't care what y'all say, I don't what y'all do
But y'all better rep until the god-damned music is through
C, let's Go

All eyes on the honorable,
Dipset, back to the again live at the barbecue
on, all my kids ride like a carnival
Heats drawn, all you kids lie, carpet do

Get up and get ready, what up? The ready
Now that I'm back, the game is fucked, the let me
You front, you stunt, you get clown
Yeah, jump up, to get beat down

Now eight years ago, I played the with dimes
Everybody in my park was getting bent off
Pitchin' packs on the block, tryin' to get us some
yak, Henney, rock, puffin' nickels of reefer

I'm pumpin' on the strip, in the midst of the trade
I'm watching for the blitz in the of the drug raid
For niggas gotta eat, like my stomach is touching back
New ryder man, for you suckers I'm fuckin' back

Now, can I it? Yes, I can
They know if I'm G'd up, yes, I am
Look, I over-paid my dues, I made the news
The kinda hot but the coke came on move

If I was a brick, you wouldn't know what to do me
probably cook me up, get a stem, and start using me
Nobody built me, I made and
You know how to shoot guns, you'd graze yourself

I was a fiend, before I a teen
It was dreams, toss for the beams
in cream 'cuz hey, they kept the kept the powder in the tray
Way it was maybelene

I'm into major stacks, major stats, hate on
Cam, holla I'm gonna bring his label plaques
That ain't made of plat, whoa, your jewelery ain't
You cop ya jewelery from Hov, they all to black

When I was nine years old, I who was a roll [Unverified]
At the end I cop a Benz when I chop O's, Forty
Smokin' lye, optimoz, poppin' mo's, we both [Unverified]

is you coppin' clothes, I'll show you how to drop a rolls
Whether a phantom or a flower, I'm a killa like Joe
I'm from they made the cocky flow
While hoes puck up on my stick, like you to hit a hockey goal

I keep a nine in my dresser, professor
Keep you under pressure, ain't a nigga
Mind like a computer, sick
You'll get finned, go to war with six

I bone with coupes and big hooters
Give head, and piff buddha, bricks and sip luha
Ha you hard, you runnin' with troopers
My niggas is straight shooters, cock back, and shoot ya

Not in my book, never nigga
I'll ask y'all niggas to go till the beat stops
When I had the dipset right, I had Juelz Santana, Jim
Hell Rell, JR Writer, 40 Cal, Un kasa, Dipset forever,
C signin' off, Duke Da God