Luyện nghe bài hát Power

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

Eh yo, his belt got in it
description, E-320 nigga pitchin
Rock a raw dinosaur chain, to his thing
like, he pump isolated, still cashin in CREAM
Niggas in the hood hate him, a vase of him
Blaze 'em, he actin like Shallah him
is hydrogen, son ain't live as him
He like Maguyver, 4 spies with him
Roll relentless, desert he hold is a gift wish
the list, give his miss dick
Technique, tech scream
Bet CREAM, alligators jet like a vet swing
Nigga like Nicolas Cage with the gauge in your
2 cannons that'll spray, rockin banana
Suck this alcohol dick
Fuck y'all niggas with
We bout to shit on y'all

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

I like 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 make crews flip
State I'm the illest, this is Q.U. shit
I used to heat-hole, now I'm takin like the repo'
Bitches that roll, that'll sniff a kilo'
We went Frank's and greens to shanks and beans
Now we drive our Navigators to in Queen's
Y'all can't fuck around, your ain't right
Every time I touch the mic, they say "Perb right"
But that's the truth though, d'oh, that's it
When they this shit, I'm gon' cop that shit
The new star, you me? I'm at the juice bar
once hap' niggas, give me 2 stars

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

Chorus:

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

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