Luyện nghe bài hát Dipshits

[Introduction: Santana and Cam'ron]
thought they'd see this again
we go!
Killa Cam in the
Dipset!
You know it is
My man
I feel epic, no homo

[Verse One:
Man, I'm that nigga, y'all, I ain't lying
I'm running fashion, man, I ain't trying
I see these hating on me
Been in the crib three years, they still on me
But I'm done with the frontin', I'm popping and pressing the button
No stunting, I'm dumping and pumping the
Somethin' to this chump, have him crying onions
With a gun I am gifted, back up before I happily lift it
Popping a cap in the of your cap
Lift up hat, my astro's malicious
Mommy up and said she see the difference
"You're mature, handsome, mixed a lot of ignance"
Dick in her intestines to poke her chitlins
me 2 Chainz's drummer, say my strokes are different
I'm different, you
you doing after this, bitch? I'm leaving
Adios,
I fuck your mama, word to mama, your mama close

[Hook: Santana]
Uh, I know you this
It's Dipset, you dipshits
Stay fly, don't get your hit
gripped, don't get your shit split
Uh, still it and get it off
Nigga, we just cut a different cloth
Uh, I know you this
Still Dipset, you

[Verse Cam'ron]
Man, fuck a magazine, don't care you cowards read
Don't wonder, we like wonder with our bread
Money, respect, don't forget the power,
Had this one squirting like a showerhead
Nine on the waist, eighty keys in the
Stamp on the dope, eighty degrees of
Reebok money, degrees in the pumps
Lookin' for me? Top suite of the Trump, baby
Cause of stupidity, fire, humidity
No one is sick of me, got the gift, no Christmas tree
Get the shovels, y'all, everyone me
I'm back to the future, making history

[Outro: Dash]
I feel like rapping on this shit. First off, my name is Dame Dash. And I want to talk for a second if you don't mind, let me just say one thing: I am from Harlem, and I'm outside. And you know what that means? That means people eat. Cause I'm a Harlem nigga, and that's what we do. That means when we walk in the room, nobody's safe. You 'bout to feel that, pause. Harlem sticks together. So if you feeling like number one, get ready to be number two, cause we back. What's that shit y'all be saying? Fool's Gold! Aight? 'Bout to party, I might pop bottles. Might have to see Champagne Dame!