Luyện nghe bài hát Power

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

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

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

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

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

Yall brothas wanna call us
Name names, otherwise itd be the wise to shut the up
Get up, jacked up and macked up
Youre scared and froze of bein'

I own Harlem, I bone Harlem, call me the
Its my borough, you dont no problems
Im on now, you pop, all jokes aside
I ride the top, you glide the

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

understand what you never been told
You did your book off of my scrolls
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 discussion
The industry was like a that needed percussion

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

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

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

I heard yall rappin' about, but bring your stash out
You shouldnt throw rocks if you livin' in glass
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 cats just up to Rae last year
Got in the jungle, call em Jurassic
The chrome, the steel, the plastic

yall niggas cop jars, me and my niggas cop bars
Gettin' from rock stars
We blowin' everything apart, Im 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 up and stop tryin' to be us
Say somethin' always, got a Stay out the hallways
And get yourself right, a 100 more

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

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

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