Luyện nghe bài hát We Made It

Make me pop sumthin', no champagne
Two-five on me, weed and on me
Bitch motherfucker tried to get a off me
him there, never know, get him off me
I remember days when we just fucked
a lot of clothes and, played the ave
Now we rap with a lot of wardrobes
And if we want a dead we pay the cash
I ain't tryin to my career on y'all
Even scuffle with y'all, gear on y'all
But if I gotta go out, you know show out
You gon' fuck and get your whole back blown out
I remember on the Island, tone out
The mess hall crawler, to zone out
Dumb motherfuckers with our out
We dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out

See me
I roll with Ghost and cats carry they toast
Make the Post, page and, center-Stagin'
it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game man
We rocked out own rings, see them 'Bling, Bling'
Got big boy toys, Sixes
Dime bitches, told y'all before we those
stay froze, court cases get closed
Niggas hate Nino cuz how I rose up
George Jefferson and em, steppin on em
The headline read, "Starks had the on em"
The best, what y'all He a vet
Plus the best, now tell me how we fail
When we dealin with 'Supreme

From Rikers to the Cayman Island
We thugs like, life is the challenge
Do the knowledge, your talent
And if you live the streets, you better stay
From Rikers Island to the Cayman
We like, life is the same challenge
Do the knowledge, recognize talent
And if you live the streets, you better stay

Yo, spotted at The Mirage, Ghostface by groupies
amongst stars, I come in cat, invades Mars
Highlight of the century, first bet placed upon
Fainted when the mentioned me
Keep ballin, new systems, sciences
that, Ghost listenin, track sizzlin
Angelica, Judy Plum for bitches, Goines king of the
sellers for niggas, stay together
Posted up trucks, leanin on the
Cinemax smile shot in thrity-five
You program, bottles of Dom
Seven inch bangles, back
I'm a dope fiend, look at my arm, Popeye
Rap with a British accent, clothes
Dennis in the latest fashions
Blow backs in, raps like fourty-eight bundles
Dinner plates, deadly front gates, celeb Gumbel

Analyze This shit like Deniro, words in center earhole
of ice like Sub-Zero, we been right since day zero
Shatter your soul like glass
Turn virgins to nymphos, pop these hollows at cats in a Tahoe
Wild out, throw your bottles at hood rats to the richest models
We conversate Christ and the twelve apostles
Livin life you, can't count you as great men
in the state pen', bein caged in
The of sin, before they read up they pop our tape in
You ain't gotta tuck you chain in cuz here we want the of Satan
and our pants hangin