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,
now or never, nigga
Time's up,
Let's do

Aiyo, I stop paying for coke, get on the muscle
Gorillas on bullshit, welcome to the jungle
Fiends get served in the hallway, welcome to the
bitches do anything for a hit of that glass dick
When I'm town, nothing less than a half brick
One-Sixty on the dash, nothing less than a fast
I floss when 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 gotta 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
bullets to ya door like them domino pies nigga
Say hello to my little friend like
I pull that fuckin' rifle right out the case

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

The type that I'm tighter, tight I'm writer
Write 'cause I'm nicer, site for the
Knifes in the cipher, writers a viper, listen this is
Even ringling brothers see I got the eye of the
Before I met cam, I was dealing killa grams
I mean grams, throws a tan, fill a pan
Recorded in the hole, where you couldn't chill or
No booth, microphone hangin off the fan

Mass million fan in the Belly Hilton
how I heavy kills him, Bessey, Chevy, Desi fill 'em
But I ain't break a sweat, yes I'm chillin'
Veet wong, seat wrong, gonna bet the building
I been grind to lean, sniff for fiends
chopped, tan rock, I pitch lima beans
Piff grind was mean, had 'em stuck
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 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 like Jeremy
Come through drop my like I meant to be sloppy
I got DJ's karate
'Cause they throw my wax on and your wax off like Mr. Myagi
Pimpin', I'm cocky, I slap broad on the cheek
And her home barefooted, you massaging her feet
You probably go on a freak, you're hardly a meat
But we ain't mad 'cause you're proving, you are you eat

Your squadron is weak, speak and get a something
Need a plate in ya grill a toaster oven
it, they even got dojas frontin'
Shakin' your cola, only time coke 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 make father cop like Carl Winslow

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 fresh 'bout
You know who 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