Luyện nghe bài hát You Gotta Love It

[Intro:
Ok off, you a bitch nigga
reason I'm doin this
I'ma jus name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred
- you stole Roc-A-Fella from Dame
Second - you Kanye from Dame
Third - you Roc-A-Wear from Dame
Forth - I the nigga throw that diamond up before them shots was fired
Fifth - on, turn the beat off
I had to turn the beat off for
You talkin you a 80's baby
You 37 old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily news
How's the king of new york sandals with jeans?
Open toe sandals with choncletas with on
How's the king of New York rocking with jeans and he 42 years old?
Back to

1: Cam'Ron]
You ain't the only one big wallets
Got it, my brollic, dot it
But your should go to Mrs. Wallace
Honest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you
And he can't dog who styled 'em
It was Roc-a-Wear, when had it
Now you got it, it +Cock-a-wear+,(you got it on) huh not in here (nope)
Dead it pronto, you see a car. No
Dame and bitch for years, now you Juan hoe
(Go to Lennox & Broadway you ass nigga)
He own the 40/40 got you in City
Bitched your budget outta baseline, goddamn pretty
You love a Harlem we get it cookin' it's true
But now I look we got more dudes in then you
Appar-ently right? in Jeezy video
I shoulda you on the cheek, you a pretty ho (ask Weezy, Weezy was there)
At Jaz video you in it, Peter Pan (Hawaiian Sophie)
I was hopping off the greyhound, Pan
(Call him Hawaiian Sophie now on)
How could he be the (huh)
Only fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn
But we hawk yo, right where you walk ho (right you walk)
You can fool the of the world long as New York know
We put u underground clown aint gone to sell-us (cellars)
I know he 40 old, I don't respect my elders
I respect the hustlers, the grinders and the sellers
Yous a customer buster, go jet propellers

2X: Max B]
You gotta hate us the way we getting paper
All my is coming strait from minimum wages
niggaz dick ridin the dips tryin to play us (Quit trying to spray us)
But for robbery we new flavor (DipSet)
In 40th niggaz we tote them (DipSet)
This is nigga we from the slums(DipSet)
Pushin 40 you not the one
Killa Season holla at a nigga cause here it come

[Verse 2:
Killa! go
Who can fuck with me? No mammal, but we tote
Atcha open toe sandals, and you look like Joe (go smoke some cigarettes)
Off of Rocafella right? no
But Busta fly joints, they put us out the
I left the label right, lot of cats how
Everytime I diss that label I get fined a thou'
Jus for tellin y'all I get fined a hundred (This is crazy)
Huh them are ill, 5 times a half a mil
Wanna play like a bumper sticker smack a
Paul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy (put flowers on them niggaz)
East west coast slang yo cap ya peel
Down in ask B I'ma mack forreal
Heck you tell me, respect, dwell me
fiance, check my 2nd LP (check my second album)
I might bring it back, your girl, that's your world
Had the thing, fucking bout slinging crack (word)
Mr. stop, stop, stop it fellas (stop)
Still got our acapellas, but I Akinel her
"Put it in ya it in ya mouth"
It my fault I'm raw
I'm B but I want a war
And he stabbed "Un" (Lance Rivera) over Baltimore (fucking faggot)
for love, nuh-nuh sucker for love
Killa bitch go to trial handy stuff in the
I'ma hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her (you know what is is)
Tell "Oh chill, Cochran is dead"

[Ontro 1:
Y'all don't want it with us man
This just one, 15 rounds B
We ready you aint bluff us at no concert, sell out 25 thou'
Actin you gon diss us
You got anthrax over there man, and we George man
You aint gone Hussein it
Acting like you got something over
You what Ma$e did, you making super songs man
Let it out man, we ready for 15 man [fades out]