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 laying in the coldest
Even if they married they still get over me
You 0 for 3
, I'm a hundred right from the field now
I'm just a Prince, buzzing like Uncle Phil's child
And I Will style, to all my Hilary's
Stuffin' in banks,
hitting Marilyn's a Kennedy
And if you feeling me, let me know it
'Cos I just set the stage and get these words off like a
I'm Robert Frost cold on these hoes, I just give the
Edgar Poe up
Sippin expensive and party 'till they throw up
All my roll up, until the cops show up
My momma says son is a millionaire"
And just for that, your ones up in the air
is Freshman Adjustment meets Late Registration
Connected up with the kings all 'cos of Ricky's
Tell the nigga I've been since I started creating
Now all these niggas is hating, waiting, judging,
Tryin' to charge me with a flagrant, but I will not
They tryin' to Derek Fisher the boy, but I will not
Instead I it bassline, like Kobe
And I my own drums and basslines, you know me, homie
I'm courted by the bosses
The Ye's, the Hov's, the Puff's, and all nigga's who's notorious for flossing
Known to be in places these niggas never heard of
and thrones up in the Mercer
my signature in cursive for them incidentals
Then we got up off that
Ace
to instrumentals
I came a long way from that place where can't wait to get you
And now you copped your favorite mag and I'm in the latest
And all the bitches I could never bag, they steadily they miss you
And it's a shame I get the low-fade
Have all these women feeling like the grade
on a Youngen, 'cos they know I'm so paid
Once I get the digits consider me so
And of this shit is fiction cos really I don't play
I changed up my old ways, to 'em like OJ
them of a young Mike, fresh J's and a gold chain
I stay like politicians, but fuck like I'm out on bond
Women feelings trying to be my first son mom
But I'm catching 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 in my shoes or jog by me nigga
Since I play by my rules I these figures
Now a nigga got enough to supersize, with him
No surprise, all these Benjamins inside my
Couldn't be the nigga on the sideline benching
Open will be the ones to oblige my vision
Televise my mission, on channel 5, see me in the
They monitor my every move, see me lose
Hear the shit I spit like "what the fuck has gotten you?"
I got 'em tuned in like a Jay-Z