Luyện nghe bài hát Dipshits

[Introduction: Santana and Cam'ron]
Never thought they'd see again
we go!
Killa Cam in the
Dipset!
You what it is
My man
I something epic, no homo

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

[Hook: Juelz
Uh, I you miss this
still Dipset, you dipshits
Stay fly, get your bitch hit
Stay gripped, don't get shit split
Uh, still it and get it off
Nigga, we just cut from a different
Uh, I know you this
Dipset, you dipshits

[Verse Cam'ron]
Man, fuck a magazine, don't care what you read
gotta wonder, we like wonder with our bread
Money, respect, don't the power, dread
Had this one girl squirting like a
Nine on the waist, eighty in the trunk
Stamp on the dope, eighty degrees of
Reebok money, eighty degrees in the
Lookin' for me? Top floor 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, digging me
I'm back to the future, still 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 back 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 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!