Luyện nghe bài hát Power

Take it off, sho' kid
it off
We gon' take it from the to the West
to the North to the
Show what it's about
Don't make me throw no gun in mouth
You
How long is CREAM? This long?

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

Y'all wanna call us out?
Name names, otherwise it'd be the best to shut the up
Get up, jacked up and macked up
You're scared and froze of bein
I own Harlem, I Harlem, call me the mayor
It's my borough, you want no problems
I'm on now, you pop, all jokes aside
I the top, you glide the bottom
Pitfall, 5 foot 9, my dick,
Shit y'all, leave flat line to your's
We off basic and brace it
8 kills, 47 to taste it
Never what you never been told
You did your book off of my scrolls
We hit man, Colombo, and hats to match
Bust off quick, and then, guns go

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

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

Chorus:

Eh yo, what you be when you grow up?
Yo, I be a leader
Slow your speed up and tryin to be us
Say somethin always, got a future? Stay out the
And get right, a 100 more ways

Recca]
Fly like iceberg, nice verbs, precise words
Bently swerve, hit the curb, out, cock back, spit out
Shut your block down, get out, criminal
Gangsta shit, can't talk now, gun in mouth
Cream Team killas, cats like caterpillars
Giant size gorillas, break niggas from the skrilla
Scratch, greenback track, berserk
That's my word, Recca, get what you deserve
Inferno, melt down mic's, in my afterlife
Broke bread with on the last night
Apocalypse, with 4-5th, 2 clips
Passport, cellphone with the removable
Specialist, 40-karat Sicillian
Matching bracelet, Cream crisp the basic