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

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

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

relentless, desert that he hold is a gift wish
Smash the list, give his dick
Technique, operation sex
About the bet cream, them alligators jet a vet swing

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

Yall brothas call us out?
Name names, otherwise itd be the wise to the fuck up
Get pimp-smacked up, jacked up and up
Youre scared and froze of bein'

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 the top, you glide the bottom

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

Never understand what you never told
You did book bitin' off of my scrolls
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
cyphers a heated discussion
The was like a beat that needed percussion

And I the music, shit that make crews flip
Y'all say that Im the illest, this 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 Franks and beans to shanks and greens
Now we drive our navigators to in Queens
cant fuck around, your words aint right
Every time I touch the mic, say, "Perb aint right"

But the truth though, doh, infact thats 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, me 2 stars

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

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

yall niggas cop jars, me and my niggas cop bars
Gettin' head rock stars
We everything 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 wanna be a
Slow speed up and stop tryin' to be us
Say somethin' always, got a Stay out the hallways
And get yourself right, a 100 ways

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

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

Inferno, melt mics, millionaire in my afterlife
Broke bread Christ on the last night
Apocalypse, sleep with 4-5th, 2
Passport, with the removable micro-chip
Specialist, 40-karat Sicilian
Matching bracelet, cream crisp the basic