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 on the muscle
on they bullshit, welcome to the jungle
Fiends get in the hallway, welcome to the hustle
bitches do anything for a hit of that glass dick
When I'm outta town, nothing less than a half
One-Sixty on the dash, less than a fast whip
I floss when it's sunny, got money for a day
In the dope a few blocks from where the Yankees play

Man, I'm heavy in that BX borough, we ain't gotta front for
We just and I'm sittin' on an arsenal, rockets and the missiles
Took my advance and got my poppin' with them nickels
And when I'm in ya neighborhood, you go hide
Deliver bullets to ya door like them domino pies
Say to my little friend like Scarface
I that fuckin' rifle right out the guitar case

Dipset, the best out, Hell Rell, he 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, more can I say about Cam
J.R. the writer of writers and
Back like cooked crack, he even supplying

The type that I'm tighter, 'cause I'm writer
Write 'cause I'm nicer, site for the
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 killer grams, throws a tan, fill a pan
in the hole, where you couldn't chill or stand
No booth, microphone off the ceiling fan

Mass million fan sittin' in the Hilton
Watch how I heavy 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 grind to lean, sniff lines for fiends
Grams chopped, tan rock, I pitch beans
grind was mean, had 'em dumb stuck
So when I say uncut, I don't mean the scenes

Dipset, the best out, Hell Rell, he out
the kuffe 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
Killa nigga, more can I say about Cam
J.R. the writer of and Santana
Back like cooked crack, he even supplying

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

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

Dipset, the out, Hell Rell, he fresh out
Jones the kuffe smacker, he them techs out
Sporty-style, 40 cal, he bringing out
Bezel, the but I still 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 of writers and Santana
Back like cooked crack, he even supplying