Luyện nghe bài hát Power

Take it off, sho' kid, take 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 no gun in your mouth
Know? How long is cream? This long?

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

Niggas in the hood him, drew 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 gift
Smash the list, his miss dick
Technique, sex scream
the bet cream, them alligators jet like a vet swing

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

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

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

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

Never what you never been told
You did your book off of my scrolls
We hit man, Colombo, and hats to match
off quick, and then, guns go back

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eh yo, what you wanna be when you 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 more

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

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

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