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 what it's
Don't me throw no gun in your mouth
Know? How long is your cream? This

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

Niggas in the hood him, drew a vase of him
Blaze em, he like Shallah raisin' him
This is hydrogen, son live 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
About the bet cream, alligators jet like a vet swing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We went from Franks and beans to and greens
Now we our navigators to banks in Queens
Yall cant fuck around, your aint 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
the new star, you want me? Im at the juice bar
Yall once hap niggas, me 2 stars

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

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

While yall niggas cop jars, me and my niggas cop
Gettin' from rock stars
We everything apart, Im smashin' 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 speed up and stop to be us
Say somethin' always, got a future? out the hallways
And get yourself right, a 100 ways

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

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

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