Luyện nghe bài hát Dipshits

[Introduction: Juelz Santana and
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 One:
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 with the frontin', I'm popping trunk and pressing the button
No stunting, I'm dumping and pumping the
Somethin' to this chump, him crying like 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 up and said she see the difference
"You're mature, handsome, with a lot of ignance"
Dick in her intestines 'bout to her chitlins
Call me 2 Chainz's drummer, say my strokes are
I'm different, you
What you doing after this, I'm leaving
Adios,
I fuck mama, word to mama, keep 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, push it and get it off
Nigga, we just cut from a cloth
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 squirting like a showerhead
on the waist, eighty keys in the trunk
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, 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 making

[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 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!