Luyện nghe bài hát Power

Take it off, 'nough kid, take it off
We gon' take it 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 mouth
Know? How is your cream? This long?

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

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

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

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

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

I own Harlem, I bone Harlem, call me the
Its my borough, you dont want no
Im on now, you dead pop, all aside
I ride the top, you the bottom

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

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

Ah yo, I move like Arthur Ash God
4 raquets, 8 and no practice
Every cyphers a heated
The industry was like a beat that 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 bitches that roll, cee-lo thatll a kilo

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

But the truth 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 throw rocks if you livin' in glass house
Sneak your weak at us, on the low though
Where these cats from, speakin' about Po

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

While yall niggas cop jars, me and my niggas cop
Gettin' head from 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 speed up and stop tryin' to be us
Say somethin' always, got a future? Stay out the
And get yourself right, a 100 more

Fly like iceberg, nice with verbs, precise
Bentley swerve, hit the curb, out, cock back, spit 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 niggas backs from the
Scratch, greenback track, berserk
Thats my word, Recca, get what you deserve

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