Luyện nghe bài hát Dipset Symphony

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

All on the honorable, who?
Dipset, back to the grill again at the barbecue
Beefs on, all my kids ride like a
drawn, all you kids lie, like carpet do

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I keep a in my dresser, lyrical professor
you under pressure, ain't a nigga better
Mind a computer, sick shooters
get finned, go to war with six shooters

I bitches with coupes and big hooters
Give head, and piff buddha, pump bricks and sip
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 to go till the motherfuckin' beat stops
I had the dipset right, I had Juelz Santana, Jim Jones
Hell Rell, JR Writer, 40 Cal, Un kasa, Dipset forever,
Mister C off, Duke Da God