Luyện nghe bài hát Power

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

Eh yo, his belt got in it
Swift description, nigga pitchin
Rock a raw chain, hang to his thing
It's like, he pump isolated, still in CREAM
Niggas in the hood hate him, a vase of him
Blaze 'em, he actin like raisin 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
Shash the list, his miss dick
Technique, tech scream
Bet CREAM, them alligators jet a vet swing
Nigga like Nicolas Cage with the in your braids
2 cannons spray, rockin banana suede
Suck drunk alcohol dick
y'all niggas with hits
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 of bein 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 the bottom
Pitfall, 5 foot 9, my dick,
Shit y'all, leave flat line to stick
We flip off basic and it
8 kills, 47 ways to it
Never understand what you never told
You did book bitin off of my scrolls
We hit man, Colombo, and hats to match
Bust off quick, and then, go back

I move like Ash against God
4 raquets, 8 balls and no
Every cypher's a discussion
The industry was like a beat needed 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, that'll sniff a kilo'
We went from and greens to shanks and beans
Now we drive our to banks in Queen's
can't fuck around, your words ain't right
Every time I the mic, they say "Perb ain't right"
But that's the though, d'oh, infact that's it
When they drop this shit, I'm gon' cop shit
The new star, you want me? I'm at the bar
Y'all once hap' niggas, 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 weak shit at us, on the low though
Where these cats come from, about po'
He got cash to cop and I'm crashin 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 cop bars
head from rock stars
We blowin everything apart, I'm the charts
How I see it? (Yo, how you see it?)

Chorus:

Eh yo, you wanna be when you grow up?
Yo, I wanna be a
Slow your speed up and tryin to be us
Say somethin always, got a future? out the hallways
And get right, a 100 more 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
Gangsta shit, can't talk now, gun in mouth
Cream killas, cacoon cats like caterpillars
Giant size gorillas, break niggas backs the skrilla
Scratch, track, Fed's berserk
That's my word, disrespect Recca, get what you
Inferno, melt down mic's, millionaire in my
bread with Christ on the last night
Apocalypse, sleep 4-5th, 2 clips
Passport, with the removable micro-chip
Specialist, 40-karat Sicillian
Matching bracelet, Cream crisp the basic