Luyện nghe bài hát Dipshits

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

[Verse Cam'ron]
Man, I'm nigga, y'all, I ain't even lying
I'm running fashion, man, I even trying
I see fuckboys hating on me
Been in the crib three years, they waiting on me
But I'm done the frontin', I'm popping trunk 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 will happily it
Popping a cap in the back of cap
up your hat, my astro's malicious
Mommy backed up and she see the difference
"You're mature, handsome, with a lot of ignance"
Dick in her intestines 'bout to poke her
me 2 Chainz's drummer, say my strokes are different
I'm different, you
What you after this, bitch? I'm leaving
Adios,
I fuck your mama, word to mama, keep your close

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

[Verse Cam'ron]
Man, fuck a magazine, don't care you cowards read
Don't gotta wonder, we like wonder our bread
Money, respect, forget the power, dread
Had this one girl squirting like a
Nine on the waist, eighty keys in the
Stamp on the dope, eighty degrees of
Reebok money, eighty degrees in the
Lookin' for me? Top suite of the Trump, baby
of stupidity, send fire, humidity
No one here is 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 back outside. And you know what that means? That 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!