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 stop paying for coke, get bricks on the
Gorillas on 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 a half brick
on the dash, nothing less than a fast whip
I floss it's sunny, got money 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 front for nobody
We just thorough and I'm sittin' on an arsenal, rockets and the
Took my advance and got my strip with them nickels
And when I'm in ya neighborhood, you gotta go
Deliver bullets to ya door them domino pies nigga
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 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 of writers and Santana
Back 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, a viper, listen this is butter
Even brothers see I got the eye of the tiger
Before I met killa cam, I was killa grams
I mean killer grams, throws a tan, a pan
in the hole, where you couldn't chill or stand
No booth, hangin off the ceiling fan

Mass million fan sittin' in the Belly
Watch how I kills him, Bessey, Chevy, Desi fill 'em
But I ain't break a sweat, yes I'm chillin'
wong, seat wrong, Tito gonna bet the building
I grind 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 mean behind the scenes

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

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

Your is weak, speak and get a broken something
a plate in ya grill like a toaster oven
Fuck it, even got dojas frontin'
Shakin' your cola, only 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 best out, Hell Rell, he out
the kuffe 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, what can I say about Cam
J.R. the of writers and Santana
Back like cooked crack, he even supplying