Luyện nghe bài hát Power

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

Eh yo, his got karats in it
Swift description, nigga pitchin
a raw dinosaur chain, hang to his thing
It's like, he pump isolated, still cashin in
in the hood hate him, drew a vase of him
Blaze 'em, he actin like raisin him
This is hydrogen, son live as him
He like Maguyver, chin 4 with him
Roll relentless, that he hold is a gift wish
Shash the list, give his dick
Technique, tech scream
Bet CREAM, them alligators jet like a vet
Nigga Nicolas Cage with the gauge in your braids
2 cannons that'll spray, rockin suede
Suck this drunk alcohol
y'all 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 the fuck up
Get up, jacked up and macked up
You're scared and 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 aside
I ride the top, you glide the
Pitfall, 5 9, my dick, balls
Shit y'all, flat line to stick your's
We off basic and brace it
8 kills, 47 to taste it
Never what you never been told
You did book bitin off of my scrolls
We hit man, Colombo, and hats to match
Bust off quick, and then, guns go

I move Arthur Ash against God
4 raquets, 8 and no practice
Every cypher's a discussion
The industry was like a beat that precussion
I brun the music, shit that make flip
that I'm the illest, this is Q.U. shit
I used to heat-hole, now I'm takin over 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 fuck around, your words ain't right
Every time I touch the mic, say "Perb ain't right"
But that's the though, d'oh, infact that's it
When they drop shit, I'm gon' cop that shit
The new star, you want me? I'm at the bar
Y'all once hap' niggas, me 2 stars

[Chip
I heard what rappin about, but bring your stash out
You shouldn't rocks if you livin in glass house
Sneak your shit at us, on the low though
Where these cats come from, speakin po'
He got cash to cop and I'm crashin crashing*}
But half of y'all cats just catchin up to 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 rock
We blowin everything apart, I'm the charts
How I see it? (Yo, how you see it?)

Raekwon

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

[Rhyme
Fly like iceberg, nice verbs, precise words
Bently swerve, hit the curb, out, cock back, spit out
your block down, get out, criminal route
Gangsta shit, talk now, gun in your mouth
Cream Team killas, cacoon cats caterpillars
Giant gorillas, break niggas backs from the skrilla
Scratch, greenback track, berserk
my word, disrespect Recca, get what you deserve
Inferno, melt down mic's, in my afterlife
Broke bread with Christ on the last
Apocalypse, sleep 4-5th, 2 clips
Passport, cellphone with the removable
Specialist, 40-karat necklace
Matching bracelet, Team crisp the basic