Luyện nghe bài hát The Best Out

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

Aiyo, I stop for coke, get bricks on the muscle
Gorillas on they bullshit, to the jungle
Fiends get served in the hallway, to the hustle
Where bitches do anything for a hit of that glass
When I'm outta town, less than a half brick
on the dash, nothing less than a fast whip
I floss when it's sunny, got money for a day
In the dope spot a few blocks from the Yankees play

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

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

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

Mass million fan sittin' in the Belly
Watch how I heavy him, Bessey, Chevy, Desi fill 'em
But I ain't break a sweat, yes I'm chillin'
Veet wong, seat wrong, gonna bet the building
I grind to lean, sniff lines for fiends
Grams chopped, tan rock, I pitch beans
Piff grind was mean, had 'em dumb
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 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, what can I say about Cam
J.R. the of writers and Santana
Back like cooked crack, he supplying suppliers

Yo, I'm a NY G Jeremy Shockey
through drop my coupe like I meant to be sloppy
I got DJ's karate
'Cause they throw my wax on and your wax off like Mr. Myagi
Pimpin', I'm cocky, I your broad on the cheek
And her home barefooted, you massaging her feet
You probably go down on a freak, you're a meat
But we mad 'cause you're proving, you are what you eat

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

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