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 paying for coke, get on the muscle
Gorillas on bullshit, welcome to the jungle
get served in the hallway, welcome to the hustle
Where do anything for a hit of that glass dick
When I'm outta town, nothing less a half brick
One-Sixty on the dash, nothing less a fast whip
I floss when sunny, got money for a rainy day
In the dope spot a few from where the Yankees play

Man, I'm in that 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 strip poppin' 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 little like Scarface
I pull that rifle right out the guitar case

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

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

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

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 beast but I still show you what fresh
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 like cooked crack, he even suppliers

Yo, I'm a NY G like Shockey
Come through drop my coupe like I to be sloppy
I got kickin' karate
'Cause they throw my wax on and take wax off like Mr. Myagi
Pimpin', I'm cocky, I slap your broad on the
And her home barefooted, you massaging her feet
You go down on a freak, you're hardly a meat
But we ain't mad you're proving, you are what you eat

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

Dipset, the best out, Rell, he fresh out
Jones the kuffe smacker, he bringing techs out
Sporty-style, 40 cal, he Corvettes out
Bezel, the beast but I still show you 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 like cooked crack, he even suppliers