Luyện nghe bài hát Dipset Symphony

I don't give a fuck who's or who's last
The Dipset is gonna rock 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 music 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 like a carnival
drawn, all you kids lie, like carpet do

Get up and get ready, what up? The kids
Now that I'm back, the is fucked, the bitch 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
in my park was getting bent off dimes
Pitchin' packs on the block, to get us some sneakers
Sippin' yak, Henney, rock, nickels of reefer

I'm pumpin' on the strip, in the midst of the drug
I'm watching for the in the midst of the drug raid
For niggas gotta eat, it's my stomach is touching back
New York's 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 made the news
The block kinda hot but the coke on move

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

I was a fiend, I became a teen
It was dreams, toss for the 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 I'm gonna bring his label plaques
That ain't of plat, whoa, your jewelery ain't gold
You cop ya from Hov, they all fade to black

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

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

I keep a nine in my dresser, lyrical
you under pressure, ain't a nigga better
Mind like a computer, shooters
You'll get finned, go to war six shooters

I bitches with coupes and big hooters
head, and piff buddha, pump bricks and sip luha
Ha you hard, you with state troopers
My niggas is straight shooters, cock back, and shoot ya

Not in my book, that nigga
I'll ask niggas to go till the motherfuckin' 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