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 to the south
Show what it's 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
a raw dinosaur chain, hang to his thang
Its like, he pump isolated, still cashin' in

Niggas in the hood hate him, a vase of him
Blaze em, he actin' Shallah raisin' him
This is hydrogen, son 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, operation sex
About the bet cream, alligators jet like a vet swing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He got to cop and Im crashin'
But of yall cats just catchin' up to Rae last year
Got guns in the jungle, call em
The chrome, the steel, the 22-shot

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

Eh yo, you wanna be when you grow up?
Yo, I be a leader
Slow your up and stop tryin' to be us
Say somethin' always, got a future? Stay out the
And get right, a 100 more ways

Fly like iceberg, nice with verbs, precise
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 killas, cocoon cats like caterpillars
Giant size gorillas, niggas backs from the skrilla
Scratch, greenback track, berserk
Thats my word, disrespect Recca, get what you

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