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 bricks on the
on they bullshit, welcome to the jungle
Fiends get in the hallway, welcome to the hustle
Where bitches do anything for a hit of that glass
When I'm town, nothing less than a half brick
One-Sixty on the dash, nothing less than a whip
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 that BX borough, we ain't gotta for nobody
We just thorough and I'm sittin' on an arsenal, 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 domino pies nigga
Say hello to my friend like Scarface
I pull that rifle right out the guitar case

Dipset, the out, Hell 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 know who shavin' the grams, 40k on the
Killa nigga, more can I say about Cam
J.R. the writer of writers and
Back like crack, he even supplying suppliers

The type that I'm tighter, tight I'm writer
'cause 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
I met killa cam, I was dealing killa grams
I killer grams, throws a tan, fill a pan
Recorded in the hole, you couldn't chill or stand
No booth, microphone hangin off the fan

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

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

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

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

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 you what fresh 'bout
You who shavin' 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 supplying suppliers