Luyện nghe bài hát Jay-Z Interview

All these niggas really my at bat average,
rap patterns
And fuck what you know, Youngen got the coldest beats
All my old hoes laying in the sheets
Even if they married they can't get over me
You 0 for 3
, I'm shooting a right from the field now
I'm just a Fresh Prince, buzzing like Uncle child
And I Will style, peace to all my
money in banks,
hitting like a Kennedy
And if you feeling me, let me know it
'Cos I just set the stage and get these off like a poet
I'm Robert Frost cold on these hoes, I just them the
Edgar Poe up
something expensive and party 'till they throw up
All my roll up, until the cops show up
My says momma's son is a millionaire"
And just for that, your ones up in the air
This is Freshman Adjustment Late Registration
Connected up with the kings all 'cos of relations
Tell the I've been studying since I started creating
Now all niggas is hating, waiting, judging, debating
Tryin' to charge me a flagrant, but I will not stop
They tryin' to Fisher the boy, but I will not flop
Instead I take it bassline, like
And I play my own and basslines, you know me, homie
I'm getting courted by the
The Ye's, the Hov's, the Puff's, and all them nigga's who's notorious for
Known to be in these niggas ain't never heard of
and thrones up in the Mercer
Sign my signature in for them incidentals
we got fucked up off that
Ace
listening to
I came a long way from place where niggas can't wait to get you
And now you your 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 when I get the low-fade
Have all these women like the fourth grade
Crushin on a Youngen, 'cos know I'm so paid
I get the digits consider me so laid
And none of this shit is fiction cos I don't play
I changed up my old ways, to 'em like OJ
Remind them of a Mike, fresh J's and a gold chain
I stay tailored like politicians, but fuck like I'm out on
Women catching feelings trying to be my son mom
But I'm catching millions tying to be the one on
And my CD, do you me,
if you coming, on
IE nigga, I'm a IE
Went from Colton High School to the nigga
Couldn't in my shoes or jog by me nigga
Since I play by my rules I acquired these
Now a got enough to supersize, ride with him
No surprise, all these Benjamins inside my
Couldn't be the nigga on the sideline benching
Open minds be the ones to oblige my vision
my mission, on channel 5, see me in the news
They monitor my every move, wanna see me
the shit I spit like "what the fuck has gotten into you?"
I got 'em tuned in like a interview