Luyện nghe bài hát Dipset Symphony

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

All on the honorable, who?
Dipset, back to the again live at the barbecue
Beefs on, all my kids ride a carnival
drawn, all you kids lie, like 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, punks jump up, to get down

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

I'm on the strip, in the midst of the drug trade
I'm watching for the in the midst of the drug raid
For niggas gotta eat, like my stomach is touching back
New York's 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 block kinda hot but the came on move

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

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

I'm major stacks, major stats, hate on that
Cam, holla 'cuz I'm gonna bring his 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 realized who was a roll
At the end I cop a Benz when I chop some O's,
Smokin' lye, optimoz, poppin' mo's, we shoppin' [Unverified]

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 where they made the cocky flow
While puck up on my stick, like you trying to hit a hockey goal

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

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

Not in my book, that nigga
I'll ask y'all niggas to go till the motherfuckin' beat
I had the dipset right, I had Juelz Santana, Jim Jones
Hell Rell, JR Writer, 40 Cal, Un kasa, Dipset forever,
C signin' off, Duke Da God