Luyện nghe bài hát Power

Take it off, sho' kid
it off
We gon' take it from the East to the
to the North to the
Show y'all what about
make me throw no gun in your mouth
You
How long is your This long?

Eh yo, his got karats in it
Swift description, nigga pitchin
Rock a raw dinosaur chain, to his thing
It's like, he pump isolated, still cashin in
Niggas in the hood hate him, drew a of him
Blaze 'em, he actin Shallah raisin him
This is hydrogen, son live as him
He Maguyver, chin 4 spies with him
Roll relentless, desert that he is a gift wish
Shash the list, give his dick
Technique, operation: scream
Bet CREAM, alligators jet like a vet swing
Nigga Nicolas Cage with the gauge in your braids
2 that'll spray, rockin banana suede
Suck this drunk dick
Fuck y'all with hits
We bout to shit on shit

Y'all brothas wanna call us
Name names, otherwise it'd be the to shut the fuck up
Get pimp-smacked up, jacked up and up
You're scared and froze of exposed
I own Harlem, I bone Harlem, call me the
It's my borough, you don't want no
I'm on now, you pop, all jokes aside
I ride the top, you glide the
Pitfall, 5 9, my dick, balls
Shit y'all, flat line to stick your's
We off basic and brace it
8 kills, 47 ways to it
Never understand what you never told
You did book bitin off of my scrolls
We hit man, Colombo, coats and hats to
Bust off quick, and then, go back

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

[Chip
I heard y'all rappin about, but bring your stash out
You throw rocks if you livin in glass house
Sneak your 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 plastic
While y'all cop jars, me and my niggas cop bars
Gettin head from rock
We blowin apart, I'm smashin the charts
How I see it? (Yo, how you see it?)

Chorus:

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

[Rhyme
Fly like iceberg, nice verbs, precise words
Bently swerve, hit the curb, jump out, back, spit out
your block down, get out, criminal route
Gangsta shit, can't now, gun in your mouth
Cream Team killas, cacoon cats caterpillars
Giant size gorillas, break niggas backs the skrilla
Scratch, greenback track, Fed's
That's my word, disrespect Recca, get you deserve
Inferno, down mic's, millionaire in my afterlife
bread with Christ on the last night
Apocalypse, sleep with 4-5th, 2
Passport, cellphone with the micro-chip
Specialist, 40-karat Sicillian
Matching bracelet, Cream Team the basic