Luyện nghe bài hát Power

Take it off, 'nough kid
it off
We take it from the East to the West
to the to the South
Show y'all what about
Don't make me throw no gun in your
You
How long is your CREAM? This

Eh yo, his belt got in it
Swift description, nigga pitchin
Rock a raw chain, hang to his thing
like, he pump isolated, still cashin in CREAM
Niggas in the hood him, drew a vase of him
Blaze 'em, he actin Shallah raisin him
is hydrogen, son ain't live as him
He like Maguyver, chin 4 spies him
Roll relentless, desert that he hold is a gift
Shash the list, give his miss
Technique, operation: scream
Bet CREAM, alligators jet like a vet swing
Nigga like Nicolas Cage with the in your braids
2 that'll spray, rockin banana suede
this drunk alcohol dick
Fuck y'all with hits
We bout to shit on y'all

Y'all brothas wanna call us
Name names, otherwise be the best to shut the fuck up
Get pimp-smacked up, jacked up and up
scared and froze of bein exposed
I own Harlem, I bone Harlem, me the mayor
my borough, you don't want no problems
I'm on now, you dead pop, all jokes
I the top, you glide the bottom
Pitfall, 5 foot 9, my dick,
Shit y'all, leave flat to stick your's
We flip off basic and it
8 kills, 47 ways to it
Never what you never been told
You did your bitin off of my scrolls
We hit man, Colombo, coats and hats to
off quick, and then, guns go back

I move like Arthur Ash God
4 raquets, 8 balls and no
Every cypher's a discussion
The industry was like a beat that precussion
I brun the music, shit that crews flip
State that I'm the illest, this is Q.U.
I to heat-hole, now I'm takin over like the repo'
Bitches that roll, Cee-Lo sniff a kilo'
We went from and greens to shanks and beans
Now we our Navigators to banks in Queen's
Y'all can't around, your words ain't right
Every time I the mic, they say "Perb ain't right"
But that's the though, d'oh, infact that's it
they drop this shit, I'm gon' cop that shit
The new star, you want me? I'm at the bar
once hap' niggas, give me 2 stars

[Chip
I heard y'all rappin about, but bring your stash out
You shouldn't throw rocks if you livin in glass
Sneak your weak shit at us, on the low
Where these cats from, speakin about po'
He got to cop and I'm crashin {*car crashing*}
But half of y'all cats catchin up to Rae' last year
Got in the jungle, call 'em Jurassic
The chrome, the steel, the 20-shot
y'all niggas cop jars, me and my niggas cop bars
Gettin head from rock
We blowin everything apart, I'm smashin the
How I see it? (Yo, how you see it?)

Chorus:

Eh yo, you wanna be when you grow up?
Yo, I be a leader
Slow speed up and stop tryin to be us
Say somethin always, got a Stay out the hallways
And get yourself right, a 100 ways

Recca]
Fly iceberg, nice with verbs, precise words
swerve, hit the curb, jump out, cock back, spit out
Shut block down, get out, criminal route
Gangsta shit, talk now, gun in your mouth
Cream Team killas, cacoon cats like
Giant size gorillas, break backs from the skrilla
Scratch, greenback track, Fed's
my word, disrespect Recca, get what you deserve
Inferno, melt down mic's, millionaire in my
Broke with Christ on the last night
Apocalypse, sleep with 4-5th, 2
Passport, with the removable micro-chip
Specialist, 40-karat Sicillian
Matching bracelet, Cream Team crisp the