Luyện nghe bài hát Power

Take it off, sho' kid
it off
We gon' take it from the East to the
to the North to the
Show what it's about
make me throw no gun in your mouth
You
How long is CREAM? This long?

Eh yo, his belt got in it
Swift description, E-320 pitchin
Rock a raw chain, hang to his thing
It's like, he pump isolated, still in CREAM
Niggas in the hate him, drew a vase of him
Blaze 'em, he actin like Shallah him
This is hydrogen, son ain't as him
He like Maguyver, chin 4 spies him
Roll relentless, that he hold is a gift wish
the list, give his miss dick
Technique, operation: scream
Bet CREAM, them alligators jet a vet swing
like Nicolas Cage with the gauge in your braids
2 cannons spray, rockin banana suede
this drunk alcohol dick
Fuck y'all niggas with
We bout to shit on y'all

Y'all brothas call us out?
Name names, otherwise it'd be the best to the fuck up
Get pimp-smacked up, up and macked up
You're scared and froze of exposed
I own Harlem, I Harlem, call me the mayor
It's my borough, you want no problems
I'm on now, you dead pop, all jokes
I ride the top, you glide the
Pitfall, 5 foot 9, my dick,
Shit y'all, leave flat line to stick
We off basic and brace it
8 kills, 47 ways to it
Never understand what you been told
You did your book off of my scrolls
We hit man, Colombo, coats and to match
Bust off quick, and then, go back

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

Banks]
I heard what y'all rappin about, but your stash out
You throw rocks if you livin in glass house
Sneak your weak shit at us, on the low
Where cats come from, speakin about po'
He got cash to cop and I'm {*car crashing*}
But half of y'all cats catchin up to Rae' last year
Got guns in the jungle, '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 everything apart, I'm smashin the charts
How I see it? (Yo, how you see it?)

Chorus:

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

[Rhyme
Fly like iceberg, nice verbs, precise words
Bently swerve, hit the curb, jump out, back, spit out
Shut your block down, get out, route
Gangsta shit, can't talk now, gun in mouth
Cream killas, cacoon cats like caterpillars
Giant size gorillas, break niggas 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 4-5th, 2 clips
Passport, cellphone with the removable
Specialist, 40-karat Sicillian
Matching bracelet, Team crisp the basic