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 make me throw no gun in mouth
You
How long is CREAM? This long?

Eh yo, his got karats 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 hate him, drew a vase of him
Blaze 'em, he actin Shallah raisin him
This is hydrogen, son ain't as him
He like Maguyver, chin 4 spies him
Roll relentless, desert that he hold is a wish
Shash the list, his miss dick
Technique, tech scream
Bet CREAM, them alligators jet a vet swing
Nigga Nicolas Cage with the gauge in your braids
2 cannons spray, rockin banana suede
Suck this drunk dick
Fuck niggas with hits
We bout to shit on y'all

Y'all brothas call us out?
Name names, otherwise it'd be the best to shut the 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 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 your's
We flip off and brace it
8 kills, 47 ways to it
Never understand what you been told
You did your book off of my scrolls
We hit man, Colombo, coats and to match
Bust off quick, and then, go back

I move like Arthur Ash God
4 raquets, 8 balls and no
Every a heated discussion
The was like a beat that needed precussion
I the music, shit that make crews flip
that I'm the illest, this is Q.U. shit
I used to heat-hole, now I'm over like the repo'
Bitches that roll, Cee-Lo that'll a kilo'
We from Frank's and greens to shanks and beans
Now we drive our Navigators to 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 drop this shit, I'm gon' cop that shit
The new star, you me? I'm at the juice bar
Y'all hap' niggas, give me 2 stars

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

Chorus:

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

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