Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Go

Da 5'9"]

We the best, Twist' you at c'mere
ya lye...c'mere
Extremely to be the king of a city it's dis
A nigga that could twist like
A nigga could rip any shit that he get
Never balk and come with a metaphor like
Flow like dis, never broke but flow for the like this
Never been a nigga that you like dis
Cold like dis, but ah, it's just me and like dis
Respect is a must, got nigga in every hood checkin' for us
catch us catchin' the bus
Niggaz got whips, got loot,
Niggaz got troops, got guns, got (what)
Next big thing, iced watch to go with the ring
Iced out to go with the it seems
or less the more of the best you seen
Big buzz, rollin' with big thugs
We get in clubs you know you gettin' ya bust
Not too ducks is goin' against us
If ya don't know now, you'll know ya lift up
Rhyme 'til I can't rhyme no more, ball 'til I can't ball no
'Til I'm 5'9" no more, 'til the ice can't shine no
Which ever comes first, let's go

Who the fuck what?!
Who the fuck want what, what?!
[Twista] Playa tell me why you hatin', 'cause you the one take from a nigga that'll open you up
[Twista] You send the deck up when we holla

Da 5'9"]
One of a niggaz'll hate my shit
Eighty-nine'll bite, the ten'll think of comin' alike
'cause my shit it come to the mic, 99 outta 100'll like
disrespect a nigga grippin' the tec, it's my shit
Put the flow in affect with my
Go to the death, the best, my spit - I'm sick, it's my shit
Try to get slick and is gettin' hit
You don't that do you? It comes back to you
And I even tryna rap to you, so suck my dick, it's my shit
Too willin' to pin ya in rap
Put a to that, do the math with me
to the lab, we're sendin' you back
Keep goin', you know that no one can wit me
Stay with the biggest of arms, got bitch-niggaz hittin' alarms
Every is strictly written to harm
This my shit, keep every word of verse in position to launch
Never gone fail, never got of catchin' a L
forever prevail, whatever you yell
It's my world, else, c'mon nigga

Who the want what?!
Who the fuck what, want what?!
[Twista] Playa me why you hatin', 'cause you the one take that from a nigga that'll open you up
[Twista] You gotta send the deck up we holla

[Royce talkin' *beat returnin'*]
Motown, uhh...
Chi-town...5'9...
Twista, let's go uhh

Tell me who the want what
Whatchu murderous niggaz is ready to the deck go up?
I could cause a scene to make you up
Put a in yo gut, bat em down and leave the sto' cut
'cause homie you ain't got no ta,
Dat why you runnin' to a real rida like Twista, or
Let the caliber annoint ya
Whodie won't know he hit 'til he feel his shirt suckin' the moisture
Voice ya opinion it ya to
Kick-ass winner, kick up in the middle of the arena
muthafuckaz like the courts do
We'll blast shortly ya bust and it won't be a misdemeanor
We niggaz that'll come approach ya
Shockin' ya body our keeps all ya nerves from bleedin'
Until we no breathin' - two undercovers,
We comin' we get the dirty even; they it's servin' season
Shit is as gone, 'cause I gotta bring the goodies home
The petty penny brushin' with the pretty pearl handle
Pistol, Pelle Pelle pants and the on
And you comin' with the Midwest
Remember how we you, you trippin' off how we did that shit
Somebody tell me the weed at
Some niggaz knew I was about to snap so he hid shit
I was gone get - come hard - get crunk
Go into a thing and let the ride,
And hit niggaz from the blindside
And take the whole down with my dog 5'9
for the killaz, bustin' em off,
And comin' off so you can yo nut
Though I'm to bust yo guts
But if yo operation is hatin', who the want what?

Who the want what?!
Who the fuck want what, what?!
[Twista] Playa tell me why you hatin', 'cause you the one take that a nigga that'll open you up
[Twista] You gotta send the deck up we holla
x4*

*beat then fades out*