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,
up, muthafucka
Let's do

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

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

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

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

Mass million fan sittin' in the Hilton
Watch how I heavy kills him, Bessey, Chevy, Desi 'em
But I still ain't a sweat, yes I'm chillin'
Veet wong, wrong, Tito gonna bet the building
I been grind to lean, sniff for fiends
Grams chopped, tan rock, I lima beans
Piff grind was mean, had 'em stuck
So when I say uncut, I don't mean the scenes

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

Yo, I'm a NY G Jeremy Shockey
Come drop my coupe like I meant to be sloppy
I got DJ's karate
'Cause they throw my wax on and take your wax off like Mr.
Pimpin', I'm cocky, I slap your on the cheek
And her home barefooted, you massaging her feet
You probably go on a freak, you're hardly 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 a toaster oven
Fuck it, they even got dojas
Shakin' your cola, only time coke was bubbling cousin
Cal get with no problemo
Ride around ya block, it out the car window
And ya been know, that I chop rocks
That make your father cop like Winslow

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