Luyện nghe bài hát The Best Out

Okay,okay,okay, yes sir
Hell Rell, J.R. Writer,
is how we do it, maan
I am one of a kind,
It's now or never,
Time's up,
Let's do

Aiyo, I stop paying for coke, get bricks on the
Gorillas on they bullshit, welcome to the
Fiends get in the hallway, welcome to the hustle
Where bitches do anything for a hit of glass dick
When I'm outta town, nothing less than a brick
One-Sixty on the dash, nothing less than a whip
I floss when it's sunny, got money for a day
In the dope spot a few blocks where the Yankees play

Man, I'm heavy in that BX borough, we ain't gotta for nobody
We just thorough and I'm on an arsenal, rockets and the missiles
Took my advance and got my strip with them nickels
And when I'm in ya neighborhood, you gotta go
Deliver bullets to ya door like them domino pies
Say hello to my friend like Scarface
I pull that fuckin' right out the guitar case

Dipset, the best out, Hell Rell, he out
Jones the kuffe smacker, he them techs out
Sporty-style, 40 cal, he bringing out
Bezel, the beast but I still you what fresh 'bout
You who shavin' the grams, 40k on the hand
Killa nigga, more can I say about Cam
J.R. the writer of writers and
like cooked crack, he even supplying suppliers

The that I'm tighter, tight 'cause I'm writer
'cause I'm nicer, site for the lifers
Knifes in the cipher, writers a viper, this is butter
ringling brothers see I got the eye of the tiger
Before I met killa cam, I was dealing killa
I mean killer grams, throws a tan, a pan
Recorded in the hole, where you couldn't or stand
No booth, microphone off the ceiling fan

million fan sittin' in the Belly Hilton
Watch how I kills him, Bessey, Chevy, Desi fill 'em
But I ain't break a sweat, yes I'm chillin'
wong, seat wrong, Tito gonna bet the building
I been grind to lean, sniff lines for
Grams chopped, tan rock, I pitch lima
Piff grind was mean, had 'em stuck
So when I say uncut, I don't mean behind the

Dipset, the out, Hell Rell, he fresh out
Jones the kuffe smacker, he bringing techs out
Sporty-style, 40 cal, he Corvettes out
Bezel, the beast but I still show you what 'bout
You who shavin' the grams, 40k on the hand
Killa nigga, more can I say about Cam
J.R. the writer of writers and
Back like cooked crack, he supplying suppliers

Yo, I'm a NY G like Shockey
Come through drop my coupe like I meant to be
I got kickin' karate
'Cause they throw my wax on and your wax off like Mr. Myagi
Pimpin', I'm cocky, I slap broad on the cheek
And send her home barefooted, you massaging her
You probably go down on a freak, you're a meat
But we ain't mad 'cause proving, you are what you eat

Your is weak, speak and get a broken something
Need a plate in ya grill like a toaster
it, they even got dojas frontin'
Shakin' your cola, only time your coke was cousin
Cal get with no problemo
Ride around ya block, it out the car window
And ya mom's been know, I chop rocks
That make your cop like Carl Winslow

Dipset, the out, Hell Rell, he fresh out
the kuffe smacker, he bringing them techs out
Sporty-style, 40 cal, he bringing out
Bezel, the beast but I still you what fresh 'bout
You know who shavin' the grams, 40k on the
nigga, what more can I say about Cam
J.R. the writer of writers and
Back cooked crack, he even supplying suppliers