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 feel epic, no homo

One: Cam'ron]
Man, I'm that nigga, y'all, I ain't even
I'm fashion, man, I ain't even trying
I see these fuckboys on me
in the crib three years, they still waiting on me
But I'm done with the frontin', I'm trunk and pressing the button
No stunting, I'm and pumping the pump
Somethin' to this chump, have him crying like
With a gun I am gifted, back up before I will 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 'bout to 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 mama, word to mama, keep your mama close

Juelz Santana]
Uh, I know you miss
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 from a cloth
Uh, I know you this
Dipset, you dipshits

[Verse Cam'ron]
Man, fuck a magazine, don't what you cowards read
Don't gotta wonder, we like 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 of funk
Reebok money, eighty in the pumps
Lookin' for me? Top floor suite of the Trump,
Cause of stupidity, send fire,
No one here is of me, got the gift, no Christmas tree
Get the shovels, y'all, everyone me
I'm to the future, still making history

[Outro: Dame
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 '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 Dame!