Luyện nghe bài hát You Gotta Love It

[Intro:
Ok First off, you a nigga
Only reason I'm doin
I'ma jus name 5 reasons quick, got a hundred fifty
First - you stole from Dame
- you stole Kanye from Dame
Third - you Roc-A-Wear from Dame
Forth - I seen the nigga throw that diamond up before them shots was
Fifth - on, turn the beat off
I had to the beat off for this
You bout you a 80's baby
You 37 years old, you was born in 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 of New York rocking sandals with jeans and he 42 years old?
to business

[Verse 1:
You ain't the only one with big
Got it, my brollic, dot it
But publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace
Honest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he 2 albums, you wildin
And he can't dog who styled 'em
It was Roc-a-Wear, Dame had it
Now you got it, call it +Cock-a-wear+,(you got it on) huh not in (nope)
it pronto, you won't see a car. No
Dame and bitch for years, now you Juan hoe
(Go to Lennox & you dumb ass nigga)
He own the 40/40 got you in Atlantic
Bitched budget outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty
You a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' it's true
But now I look we got more dudes in then you
Appar-ently right? Down in video
I shoulda you on the cheek, you a pretty ho (ask Weezy, Weezy was there)
At Jaz you starred in it, Peter Pan (Hawaiian Sophie)
I was hopping off the greyhound, Pan
(Call him Sophie from now on)
How could he be the (huh)
Only reason fam I don't suck dick or ass and I'm consided, damn
But we hawk yo, right where you walk ho (right you walk)
You can the rest of the world long as New York know
We put u underground clown aint check to sell-us (cellars)
I know he 40 years old, I don't respect my
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 this paper
All my niggaz is strait from minimum wages
niggaz dick ridin the dips steady tryin to play us (Quit trying to us)
But for we gotta new flavor (DipSet)
In 40th niggaz we tote them (DipSet)
This is 40th we from the slums(DipSet)
Pushin 40 you not the one
It's Killa Season at a nigga cause here it come

2: Cam'Ron]
Killa! go
Who can fuck with me? No mammal, but we handles
Atcha open toe sandals, and you look like Joe Camel (go some cigarettes)
Off of right? no contact
But Busta fly joints, they put us out the
I left the label right, lot of wonder how
Everytime I diss label I get fined a hundred thou'
Jus for tellin y'all I get fined a hundred (This is crazy)
Huh them cats are ill, 5 a half a mil
Wanna play like a sticker smack a grill
Paul cap a grill but them cats are daffy dills (put flowers on them niggaz)
East west coast slang yo cap ya peel
in Houston ask B I'ma mack forreal
Heck you me, respect, better dwell me
Beyonce fiance, my 2nd LP (check my second album)
I might it back, that's your girl, that's your world
Had the thing, fucking singing bout crack (word)
Mr. Rocafella stop, stop, stop it (stop)
Still got our acapellas, but I Akinel her
"Put it in ya it in ya mouth"
It ain't my I'm raw
I'm sorry B but I a war
And he stabbed "Un" (Lance Rivera) over Baltimore (fucking faggot)
Sucker for love, nuh-nuh for love
Killa go to trial handy stuff in the glove
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 niggaz want it with us man
just round one, 15 rounds B
We ready you aint gone bluff us at no concert, out 25 thou'
like you gon diss us
You got anthrax over man, and we George Bush man
You aint gone Hussein it
Acting like you got something there
You what Ma$e did, you making super songs man
Let it out man, we ready for 15 man [fades out]