Luyện nghe bài hát Power

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

Eh yo, his belt got in it
Swift description, E-320 pitchin
Rock a raw dinosaur chain, hang to his
It's like, he pump isolated, still in CREAM
Niggas in the hood hate him, a vase of him
Blaze 'em, he actin like Shallah him
This is hydrogen, son ain't as him
He like Maguyver, chin 4 spies him
Roll relentless, desert that he is a gift wish
Shash the list, give his dick
Technique, operation: scream
Bet CREAM, them alligators jet like a vet
Nigga Nicolas Cage with the gauge in your braids
2 cannons spray, rockin banana suede
Suck this drunk alcohol
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 pimp-smacked up, up and macked up
You're and froze 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 pop, all jokes aside
I the top, you glide 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 ways to it
Never understand you never been told
You did book bitin off of my scrolls
We hit man, Colombo, coats and to match
Bust off quick, and then, guns go

I move like Ash against God
4 raquets, 8 and no practice
Every a heated discussion
The industry was like a beat that needed
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, that'll sniff a kilo'
We went from Frank's and greens to and beans
Now we drive our Navigators to banks in
Y'all can't fuck around, your words ain't
time I touch the mic, they say "Perb ain't 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 want me? I'm at the bar
Y'all once niggas, give me 2 stars

[Chip
I heard y'all rappin about, but bring your stash out
You shouldn't throw rocks if you livin in glass
Sneak your weak at us, on the low though
Where cats come from, speakin about po'
He got cash to cop and I'm crashin crashing*}
But half of y'all cats just catchin up to Rae' 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
Gettin from rock stars
We blowin apart, I'm smashin the charts
How I see it? (Yo, how you see it?)

Chorus:

Eh yo, what you wanna be you grow up?
Yo, I be a leader
Slow your speed up and tryin to be us
Say somethin always, got a Stay out the hallways
And get yourself right, a 100 ways

Recca]
Fly iceberg, nice with verbs, precise words
Bently swerve, hit the curb, jump out, back, spit out
Shut your block down, get out, criminal
Gangsta shit, can't talk now, gun in mouth
Cream Team killas, cacoon like caterpillars
Giant size gorillas, niggas backs from the skrilla
Scratch, track, Fed's berserk
my word, disrespect Recca, get what you deserve
Inferno, melt mic's, millionaire in my afterlife
Broke with Christ on the last night
Apocalypse, sleep 4-5th, 2 clips
Passport, cellphone with the removable
Specialist, Sicillian necklace
Matching bracelet, Team crisp the basic