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 paying for coke, get bricks on the muscle
on they 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, less than a half brick
One-Sixty on the dash, nothing than a fast whip
I floss when it's sunny, got for a rainy day
In the dope spot a few blocks from where the Yankees

Man, I'm heavy in that BX borough, we ain't gotta front for
We just thorough and I'm sittin' on an arsenal, 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 pies nigga
Say hello to my friend like Scarface
I that fuckin' rifle right out the guitar case

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

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

Mass fan sittin' in the Belly Hilton
Watch how I kills him, Bessey, Chevy, Desi fill 'em
But I still ain't a sweat, yes I'm chillin'
Veet wong, seat wrong, gonna bet the building
I been grind to lean, lines for fiends
chopped, tan rock, I pitch lima 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 smacker, he bringing them techs out
Sporty-style, 40 cal, he bringing out
Bezel, the but I still show you what fresh 'bout
You know who shavin' the grams, 40k on the
Killa nigga, more can I say about Cam
J.R. the of writers and Santana
Back cooked crack, he even supplying suppliers

Yo, I'm a NY G Jeremy Shockey
Come through drop my coupe I meant to be sloppy
I got DJ's karate
they throw my wax on and take your wax off like Mr. Myagi
Pimpin', I'm cocky, I your broad on the cheek
And send her home barefooted, you massaging her
You probably go on a freak, you're hardly a meat
But we ain't mad 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 toaster
Fuck it, they even got dojas
Shakin' your cola, only time your coke was cousin
Cal get weight with no
around ya block, sell it out the car window
And ya been know, that I chop rocks
make your father cop like Carl Winslow

Dipset, the out, Hell Rell, he fresh out
Jones the smacker, he bringing them techs 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
nigga, what more can I say about Cam
J.R. the writer of and Santana
Back cooked crack, he even supplying suppliers