Luyện nghe bài hát You Gotta Love It

[Intro:
Ok First off, you a nigga
reason I'm doin this
I'ma jus 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty
First - you stole Roc-A-Fella from
Second - you stole Kanye Dame
Third - you stole from Dame
- I seen the nigga throw that diamond up before them shots was fired
Fifth - hold on, turn the off
I had to turn the off for this
You bout 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 choncletas with jeans on
How's the king of New York rocking sandals with and he 42 years old?
Back to

1: Cam'Ron]
You the only one with big wallets
Got it, my brollic, dot it
But publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace
Honest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you
And he can't dress dog who 'em
It was Roc-a-Wear, when had it
Now you got it, call it +Cock-a-wear+,(you got it on) huh not in (nope)
Dead it pronto, you 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 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 Brooklyn you
Appar-ently right? Down in video
I kissed 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 off the greyhound, Peter Pan
(Call him Hawaiian Sophie now on)
How he be the man? (huh)
Only reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided,
But we yo, right where you walk ho (right where you walk)
You can fool the rest of the world long as New know
We put u underground clown aint gone to sell-us (cellars)
I know he 40 years old, I respect my elders
I respect the hustlers, the grinders and the sellers
Yous a customer buster, go jet propellers

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

2: Cam'Ron]
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 the label right, lot of cats wonder how
Everytime I diss that label I get fined a thou'
Jus for tellin y'all I get fined a thou' (This is crazy)
Huh them cats are ill, 5 a half a mil
Wanna play like a bumper sticker smack a
Paul Wall cap a but them cats are daffy dills (put flowers on them niggaz)
East coast west coast yo cap ya peel
in Houston ask B I'ma mack forreal
Heck you tell me, respect, better me
Beyonce fiance, my 2nd LP (check my second album)
I might bring it back, that's girl, that's your world
Had the thing, fucking singing bout slinging (word)
Mr. stop, stop, stop it fellas (stop)
Still got our acapellas, but I will 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 Charli (fucking faggot)
Sucker for love, nuh-nuh sucker for
Killa bitch go to trial handy stuff in the
I'ma hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her head (you know is is)
"Oh Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead"

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