Luyện nghe bài hát Power

Take it off, 'nough kid
it off
We gon' take it from the to the West
to the North to the
Show what it's about
make me throw no gun in your mouth
You
How long is your CREAM? This

Eh yo, his got karats in it
Swift description, E-320 nigga
Rock a raw dinosaur chain, hang to his
It's like, he pump isolated, still cashin in
in the hood hate him, drew a vase of him
Blaze 'em, he actin Shallah raisin him
This is hydrogen, son ain't as him
He Maguyver, chin 4 spies with him
Roll relentless, desert that he hold is a wish
Shash the list, give his dick
Technique, tech scream
Bet CREAM, alligators jet like a vet swing
Nigga Nicolas Cage with the gauge in your braids
2 cannons that'll spray, banana suede
Suck this drunk dick
Fuck y'all with hits
We bout to shit on y'all

Y'all brothas call us out?
names, otherwise it'd be the best to shut the fuck up
Get up, jacked 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 don't no problems
I'm on now, you dead pop, all aside
I ride the top, you glide the
Pitfall, 5 9, my dick, balls
y'all, leave flat line to stick your's
We flip off basic and it
8 kills, 47 ways to it
Never understand what you never told
You did your book 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 and no practice
Every cypher's a discussion
The industry was like a beat that precussion
I brun the music, shit that crews flip
that I'm the illest, this is Q.U. shit
I used to heat-hole, now I'm takin over like the
Bitches that roll, Cee-Lo that'll a kilo'
We went from Frank's and 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 the mic, they say "Perb ain't right"
But that's the though, d'oh, infact that's it
When they 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 rocks if you livin in glass house
Sneak weak shit at us, on the low though
Where these cats come from, speakin po'
He got to cop and I'm crashin {*car crashing*}
But half of y'all just catchin up to Rae' last year
Got in the jungle, call 'em Jurassic
The chrome, the steel, the 20-shot
While y'all niggas cop jars, me and my niggas cop
Gettin from rock stars
We blowin apart, I'm smashin the charts
How I see it? (Yo, how you see it?)

Raekwon

Eh yo, what you wanna be when you up?
Yo, I wanna be a
Slow speed up and stop 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, precise
Bently swerve, hit the curb, jump out, cock back, out
your block down, get out, criminal route
Gangsta shit, can't talk now, gun in your
Cream Team killas, cacoon like caterpillars
Giant size gorillas, break niggas backs the skrilla
Scratch, track, Fed's berserk
That's my word, Recca, get what you deserve
Inferno, melt down mic's, millionaire in my
bread with Christ on the last night
Apocalypse, sleep 4-5th, 2 clips
Passport, cellphone with the micro-chip
Specialist, 40-karat Sicillian
bracelet, Cream Team crisp the basic