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,
now or never, nigga
Time's up,
do this

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

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

Dipset, the best out, Rell, he fresh out
Jones the kuffe smacker, he them techs out
Sporty-style, 40 cal, he bringing out
Bezel, the beast but I show 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

The type that I'm tighter, tight 'cause I'm
'cause I'm nicer, site for the lifers
Knifes in the cipher, writers a viper, listen this is
ringling brothers see I got the eye of the tiger
Before I met killa cam, I was dealing grams
I mean killer grams, a tan, fill a pan
Recorded in the hole, where you chill or stand
No booth, microphone off the ceiling fan

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

Dipset, the out, Hell Rell, he fresh out
the kuffe smacker, he bringing them techs out
Sporty-style, 40 cal, he Corvettes out
Bezel, the but I still show you what fresh 'bout
You know who shavin' the grams, 40k on the
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 through 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 slap your broad on the
And send her home barefooted, you massaging her
You probably go down on a freak, hardly a meat
But we ain't mad 'cause you're proving, you are you eat

squadron is weak, speak and get a broken something
Need a plate in ya grill a toaster oven
it, they even got dojas frontin'
Shakin' your cola, only time your coke was cousin
Cal get weight 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 but I still show you what 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 even suppliers