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

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

Dipset, the best out, Rell, he fresh out
the kuffe smacker, he bringing them techs out
Sporty-style, 40 cal, he bringing out
Bezel, the beast but I still you what fresh '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 crack, he even supplying suppliers

The that I'm tighter, tight 'cause I'm writer
Write 'cause I'm nicer, site for the
Knifes in the cipher, writers a viper, listen is butter
Even ringling brothers see I got the eye of the
Before I met killa cam, I was killa grams
I mean grams, throws a tan, fill a pan
Recorded in the hole, where you chill or stand
No booth, microphone hangin off the fan

Mass fan sittin' in the Belly Hilton
Watch how I heavy him, Bessey, Chevy, Desi fill '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, lines for fiends
Grams chopped, tan rock, I pitch lima
Piff grind was mean, had 'em dumb
So when I say uncut, I mean behind 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 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 writer of and Santana
Back cooked crack, he even supplying suppliers

Yo, I'm a NY G like Jeremy
Come through drop my coupe like I meant to be
I got DJ's kickin'
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 go down 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 like a toaster oven
it, they 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, that I rocks
That make your father cop like Winslow

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 still show you what 'bout
You know who shavin' the grams, 40k on the
Killa nigga, what more can I say Cam
J.R. the writer of writers and
Back like crack, he even supplying suppliers