Luyện nghe bài hát Power

Take it off, 'nough 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 is your cream? This long?

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 hate him, a vase of him
Blaze em, he actin' like Shallah him
This is hydrogen, son live as him
He like Maguyver, chin 4 spies him

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

Nigga like Nicolas with the gage in your braids
2 thatll spray, rockin' banana suede
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 to shut the fuck up
Get up, jacked up and macked up
Youre scared and froze of exposed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I heard yall rappin' about, but bring your stash out
You throw 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 to cop and Im crashin'
But half of yall just catchin' up to Rae last year
Got guns in the jungle, call em
The chrome, the steel, the 22-shot

While yall cop jars, me and my niggas cop bars
Gettin' head from stars
We everything 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 wanna be a
Slow your speed up and stop to be us
Say somethin' always, got a future? out the hallways
And get right, a 100 more ways

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

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

Inferno, melt down mics, in my afterlife
Broke with Christ on the last night
Apocalypse, sleep 4-5th, 2 clips
Passport, cellphone with the micro-chip
Specialist, 40-karat necklace
bracelet, cream team crisp the basic