Luyện nghe bài hát Power

Take it off, sho' 'nough kid, it off
We gon' take it from the east to the west to the north to the
Show y'all what about
Don't make me throw no gun in mouth
How long is your cream? This long?

Eh yo, his got karats in it
Swift description, nigga pitchin'
Rock a raw dinosaur chain, hang to his
Its like, he pump isolated, still cashin' in

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 like Maguyver, chin 4 with him

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

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

Yall wanna call us out?
names, otherwise itd be the wise to shut the fuck up
Get pimp-smacked up, up and macked up
scared and froze of bein' exposed

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

Pitfall, 5 9, my dick balls
Shit yall, leave line to stick yours
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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 future? out the hallways
And get right, a 100 more ways

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

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

Inferno, melt down mics, in my afterlife
Broke bread Christ on the last night
Apocalypse, with 4-5th, 2 clips
Passport, cellphone with the micro-chip
Specialist, 40-karat necklace
Matching bracelet, cream team the basic