Luyện nghe bài hát Jay-Z Interview

All these niggas know my at bat average,
ridiculous rap
And fuck what you know, this Youngen got the coldest
All my old hoes in the coldest sheets
Even if they married they still get over me
You 0 for 3
, I'm shooting a hundred right the field now
I'm just a Fresh Prince, buzzing like Phil's child
And I Will style, peace to all my
money in banks,
hitting like a Kennedy
And if you me, just let me know it
'Cos I set the stage and get these words off like a poet
I'm Robert cold on these hoes, I just give them the
Edgar Poe up
Sippin something expensive and 'till they throw up
All my niggas up, until the cops show up
My says momma's son is a millionaire"
And just for that, throw your up in the air
This is Freshman Adjustment meets Late
Connected up with the all 'cos of Ricky's relations
Tell the nigga I've been studying since I creating
Now all these niggas is hating, waiting, judging,
Tryin' to charge me with a flagrant, but I not stop
They to Derek Fisher the boy, but I will not flop
Instead I it bassline, like Kobe
And I play my own drums and basslines, you me, homie
I'm getting courted by the
The Ye's, the Hov's, the Puff's, and all them nigga's notorious for flossing
Known to be in places these ain't never heard of
and watched up in the Mercer
Sign my signature in cursive for incidentals
we got fucked up off that
Ace
listening to
I came a long way from that place where niggas can't to get you
And now you copped favorite mag and I'm in the latest issue
And all the bitches I could never bag, they claiming they miss you
And it's a shame I get the low-fade
Have all these feeling like the fourth grade
Crushin on a Youngen, they know I'm so paid
Once I get the digits me so laid
And none of this shit is fiction cos really I don't
I changed up my old ways, to 'em like OJ
Remind them of a Mike, fresh J's and a gold chain
I tailored like politicians, but fuck like I'm out on bond
Women catching feelings to be my first son mom
But I'm millions tying to be the first one on
And my CD, do you me,
if you coming, on
IE nigga, I'm a IE
Went Colton High School to the widescreen nigga
Couldn't walk in my or jog by me nigga
Since I play by my rules I acquired these
Now a nigga got enough to supersize, ride him
No surprise, all these inside my denim
be the nigga sitting on the sideline benching
Open will be the ones to oblige my vision
my mission, on channel 5, see me in the news
They monitor my move, wanna see me lose
Hear the shit I spit like "what the fuck has into you?"
I got 'em tuned in like a Jay-Z