Luyện nghe bài hát Power

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

Eh yo, his belt got in it
Swift description, nigga pitchin
Rock a raw dinosaur chain, to his thing
It's like, he pump isolated, still in CREAM
Niggas in the hood him, drew a vase of him
'em, he actin like Shallah raisin him
This is hydrogen, son ain't as him
He like Maguyver, 4 spies with him
Roll relentless, desert that he hold is a gift
Shash the list, give his miss
Technique, operation: tech
Bet CREAM, alligators jet like a vet swing
Nigga like Nicolas Cage with the gauge in braids
2 cannons that'll spray, rockin suede
Suck this alcohol dick
Fuck y'all with hits
We bout to shit on y'all

Y'all brothas wanna call us
Name names, otherwise it'd be the to shut the fuck up
Get up, jacked up and macked up
You're scared and froze of bein
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 jokes
I ride the top, you the bottom
Pitfall, 5 9, my dick, balls
y'all, leave flat line to stick your's
We flip off and brace it
8 kills, 47 to taste it
Never understand you never been told
You did your bitin 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 balls and no
Every cypher's a heated
The industry was like a beat that precussion
I brun the music, that make crews flip
State that I'm the illest, this is Q.U.
I to heat-hole, now I'm takin over like the repo'
Bitches that roll, Cee-Lo sniff a kilo'
We went from Frank's and to shanks and beans
Now we our Navigators to banks in Queen's
can't fuck around, your words 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 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

Banks]
I heard what y'all rappin about, but bring your out
You shouldn't throw rocks if you in glass house
your weak 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 cats just catchin up to Rae' last year
Got guns in the jungle, call 'em
The chrome, the steel, the plastic
While niggas 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 when you up?
Yo, I be a leader
Slow your speed up and tryin to be us
Say always, got a future? Stay out the hallways
And get right, a 100 more ways

[Rhyme
Fly iceberg, nice with verbs, precise 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 your
Cream Team killas, 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 mic's, millionaire in my afterlife
Broke bread Christ on the last night
Apocalypse, sleep 4-5th, 2 clips
Passport, with the removable micro-chip
Specialist, 40-karat Sicillian
Matching bracelet, Cream Team crisp the