Luyện nghe bài hát Power

Take it off, sho' 'nough kid, it off
We gon' take it from the east to the to the north to the south
Show y'all it's about
make me throw no gun in your mouth
Know? How long is your This long?

Eh yo, his belt got in it
Swift description, E-320 pitchin'
Rock a raw dinosaur chain, hang to his
Its like, he pump isolated, still in cream

Niggas in the hood hate him, a vase of him
em, he actin' like Shallah raisin' him
This is hydrogen, son aint as him
He Maguyver, chin 4 spies with him

Roll relentless, desert that he hold is a wish
the list, give his miss dick
Technique, sex scream
the bet cream, them alligators jet like a vet swing

Nigga Nicolas Cage with the gage in your braids
2 cannons thatll spray, rockin' suede
Suck this drunk dick
Fuck yall niggas with hits, we 'bout to on yall shit

Yall brothas wanna us out?
names, otherwise itd be the wise to shut the fuck up
Get up, jacked up and macked up
Youre scared and froze of exposed

I own Harlem, I bone Harlem, me the Mayor
Its my borough, you dont want no
Im on now, you dead pop, all jokes
I ride the top, you the bottom

Pitfall, 5 foot 9, my balls
Shit yall, leave flat line to yours
We flip off basic and it
8 kills, 47 to taste it

Never understand what you been told
You did your book bitin' off of my
We hit man, Colombo, coats and hats to
off quick, and then, guns go back

Ah yo, I move like Ash against God
4 raquets, 8 and no practice
Every cyphers a heated
The industry was a beat that needed percussion

And I brun the music, shit that make flip
might say that Im the illest, this is Q.U. shit
I used to heat-hole, now Im over like the repo
No that roll, cee-lo thatll sniff a kilo

We from Franks and beans to shanks and greens
Now we drive our navigators to banks in
Yall cant fuck around, your words right
Every I touch the mic, they say, "Perb aint right"

But thats the though, doh, infact thats it
When drop this shit, Im gon cop that shit
It's the new star, you me? Im at the juice bar
once hap niggas, give me 2 stars

I heard what yall about, but bring your stash out
You shouldnt throw rocks if you in glass house
Sneak your shit at us, on the low though
Where these cats come from, about Po

He got cash to cop and Im
But half of yall just catchin' up to Rae last year
Got guns in the jungle, em Jurassic
The chrome, the steel, the 22-shot

While niggas cop jars, me and my niggas cop bars
Gettin' head from stars
We blowin' everything apart, Im the charts
How I see it? Yo, how you see it?

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

Fly iceberg, nice with verbs, precise words
Bentley swerve, hit the curb, jump out, cock back, out
your block down, get out, criminal route
Gangsta shit, cant talk now, gun in mouth

Cream killas, cocoon cats like caterpillars
Giant gorillas, break niggas backs from the skrilla
Scratch, greenback track, berserk
Thats my word, disrespect Recca, get what you

Inferno, melt mics, millionaire in my afterlife
Broke bread with Christ on the night
Apocalypse, sleep 4-5th, 2 clips
Passport, cellphone with the removable
Specialist, 40-karat necklace
bracelet, cream team crisp the basic