Luyện nghe bài hát Power

Take it off, sho' 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 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
like, he pump isolated, still cashin in CREAM
Niggas in the hood hate him, a vase of him
Blaze 'em, he actin like raisin him
This is hydrogen, son live as him
He Maguyver, chin 4 spies with him
Roll relentless, desert he hold is a gift wish
Shash the list, give his dick
Technique, operation: scream
Bet CREAM, them alligators jet a vet swing
Nigga like Nicolas Cage with the gauge in your
2 cannons that'll spray, banana suede
Suck drunk alcohol dick
Fuck y'all niggas with
We bout to shit on shit

Y'all brothas wanna us out?
Name names, it'd be the best to shut the fuck up
Get pimp-smacked up, jacked up and up
You're scared and froze of bein
I own Harlem, I Harlem, call me the mayor
my borough, you don't want no problems
I'm on now, you pop, all jokes aside
I ride the top, you the bottom
Pitfall, 5 foot 9, my dick,
Shit y'all, leave line to stick your's
We off basic and brace it
8 kills, 47 to taste it
Never what you never been told
You did your bitin off of my scrolls
We hit man, Colombo, coats and to match
Bust off quick, and then, go back

I move like Ash against God
4 raquets, 8 balls and no
cypher's a heated discussion
The industry was like a beat needed precussion
I brun the music, shit that make flip
State that I'm the illest, this is Q.U.
I used to heat-hole, now I'm takin like the repo'
Bitches roll, Cee-Lo that'll sniff a kilo'
We went from and greens to shanks and beans
Now we drive our Navigators to banks in
Y'all can't fuck around, your words right
Every time I touch the mic, say "Perb ain't right"
But the truth though, d'oh, infact that's it
When they drop shit, I'm gon' cop that shit
The new star, you me? I'm at the juice bar
Y'all once hap' niggas, me 2 stars

Banks]
I heard what y'all rappin about, but your stash out
You shouldn't throw rocks if you livin in house
Sneak weak shit at us, on the low though
Where these come from, speakin about po'
He got to cop and I'm crashin {*car crashing*}
But half of y'all cats just up to Rae' last year
Got in the jungle, call 'em Jurassic
The chrome, the steel, the 20-shot
y'all niggas cop jars, me and my niggas cop bars
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 tryin to be us
Say always, got a future? Stay out the hallways
And get yourself right, a 100 ways

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