Luyện nghe bài hát Set The Pick

[Verse 1: Kidd]
How many licks do a nigga hit just to come up on a brick
Like Craig hit Deebo
Take team to ball man, someone set the pick
I come shootin' like swish, quote this
If I can't nothin', I'm gon' take somethin'
Feds comin', one of y'all done said somethin'
Long as I remain I'm gon' stay thuggin'
Rap don't pay the then I'm gon' stay hustlin'
6 million to die, choose one
A lot of afraid to die, you won
You got all them inside, shoot one
As the last fall for they life, who won?

[Verse 2: Banks]
Yo fuck interview
That lil buzz you got is
I knock pride out, I'm dumbin' down still, too lyrical
You photobombin', awful timin', know nobody
Hard to keep up kings, I show a body
How it's guided a shattered stage
Bout to make me a money
Usually rapping cane, gorgeous bougie bitch Paris made
My ain't the average grade
in my movie got you woozy from my acid phase
Bubbly spillin' glasses raised, up niggas have to pay
rip your leg away
Sumo I flat the track
Assume I'm comin' back to
Vroomin' black on black
to let my Mac attack
Vroomin' out my
in my habitat
Two's in my
full of nonsense
But them fools want the consequence
once my crimes commence
Bermuda trips in my
as the razor that I use to rip your confidence
Your is obvious
[Verse 4: Tony
Fuck radio host, fuck your rap blog
Fuck your rapper and his big body guard
Fuck the industry man the streets gon' me
As Yayo, I been a G
Pull up and these haters gettin'
Music loud, rollin' loud, can hardly see
Splendid, extravagant
I guess that's why bitch niggas hatin'
Got the of drug lords
Versace slippers, robe
Hit Rio in
My real
I got a lot of
I'm on Pusha T shit, goin' diamond on my cell

[Verse 5: Lloyd Banks + Yayo]
I'm supposed to chill? Man is real
That was my only destination out in the field
The cookin' and my partner caught raw deal
The people lookin' make it out on four wheels
I ain't got no bail, is really real
Now it's hots on one cot in the
Prosecutor tryna a nigga for a cell
Talkin' football numbers man, shit is really