Luyện nghe bài hát Power

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

Eh yo, his got karats in it
Swift description, E-320 pitchin
a raw dinosaur chain, hang to his thing
It's like, he isolated, still cashin in CREAM
in the hood hate him, drew a vase of him
Blaze 'em, he like 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, tech scream
Bet CREAM, them alligators jet a vet swing
like Nicolas Cage with the gauge in your braids
2 cannons that'll spray, banana suede
Suck this alcohol dick
Fuck y'all niggas with
We to shit on y'all shit

Y'all brothas wanna us out?
Name names, otherwise it'd be the to shut the fuck up
Get pimp-smacked up, up and macked up
You're scared and froze of bein
I own Harlem, I bone Harlem, call me the
my borough, you don't want no problems
I'm on now, you dead pop, all aside
I the top, you glide the bottom
Pitfall, 5 foot 9, my dick,
y'all, leave flat line to stick your's
We flip off basic and 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
off quick, and then, guns go back

I move like Arthur Ash God
4 raquets, 8 and no practice
Every a heated discussion
The industry was like a beat that needed
I brun the music, that 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'
that roll, Cee-Lo that'll sniff a kilo'
We went from Frank's and greens to shanks and
Now we drive our to banks in Queen's
Y'all can't fuck around, your ain't right
Every time I touch the mic, say "Perb ain't right"
But the truth 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 what y'all rappin about, but bring your out
You shouldn't throw if you livin in glass house
your weak shit at us, on the low though
Where these cats come from, about po'
He got to cop and I'm crashin {*car crashing*}
But half of cats just catchin up to Rae' last year
Got in the jungle, call 'em Jurassic
The chrome, the steel, the 20-shot
While y'all cop jars, me and my niggas cop bars
Gettin head rock stars
We blowin everything apart, I'm the charts
How I see it? (Yo, how you see it?)

Raekwon

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

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