Luyện nghe bài hát Dipset Symphony

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

All on the honorable, who?
Dipset, back to the grill again at the barbecue
on, all my kids ride like a carnival
Heats drawn, all you 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 heat
Yeah, punks jump up, to get down

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

I'm pumpin' on the strip, in the of the drug trade
I'm watching for the blitz in the midst of the drug
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
They know if I'm G'd up, yes, I am
Look, I my dues, I almost 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
You'd probably me up, get a stem, and start using me
Nobody built me, I made and
You don't 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 before it was

I'm into major stacks, stats, hate on that
Cam, holla I'm gonna bring his label plaques
ain't made of plat, whoa, your jewelery ain't gold
You cop ya jewelery from Hov, 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 some O's, Forty
lye, optimoz, poppin' 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 killa Jaffi Joe
I'm from they made the cocky flow
While hoes puck up on my stick, like you to hit a hockey goal

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

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

Not in my book, never 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, forever, nigga
Mister C off, Duke Da God