Luyện nghe bài hát You Gotta Love It

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

[Verse 1:
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 dress dog who '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 got you in Atlantic City
Bitched budget outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty
You love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' true
But now I look we got more dudes in then you
Appar-ently Down in Jeezy video
I shoulda kissed you on the cheek, you a pretty ho (ask Weezy, was there)
At Jaz video you in it, Peter Pan (Hawaiian Sophie)
I was off the greyhound, Peter Pan
(Call him Sophie from now on)
How could he be the (huh)
reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn
But we yo, right where you walk ho (right where you walk)
You can fool the of the world long as New York know
We put u underground clown aint check to sell-us (cellars)
I he 40 years old, I don't respect my elders
I respect the hustlers, plus the and the sellers
Yous a buster, here go jet propellers

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

2: Cam'Ron]
Killa! go
Who can fuck me? No mammal, but we tote handles
Atcha open toe sandals, and you look like Joe Camel (go smoke cigarettes)
Off of right? no contact
But Busta fly joints, put us out the contract
I left the right, lot of cats wonder how
Everytime I diss label I get fined a hundred thou'
Jus for y'all I get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy)
Huh cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil
Wanna play like a sticker smack a grill
Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy dills (put flowers on them niggaz)
East coast west slang yo cap ya peel
Down in Houston ask B I'ma forreal
Heck you tell me, respect, dwell me
Beyonce fiance, check my 2nd LP (check my album)
I might bring it back, that's your girl, that's world
Had the thing, fucking singing bout slinging (word)
Mr. Rocafella stop, stop, it fellas (stop)
got our acapellas, but I will 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) Charli Baltimore (fucking faggot)
Sucker for love, nuh-nuh for love
Killa bitch go to trial handy in the glove
I'ma hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her head (you what 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 gone us at no concert, sell out 25 thou'
Actin you gon diss us
You got anthrax over man, and we George Bush man
You aint gone Sadam it
like you got something over there
You what Ma$e did, you making super songs man
Let it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man [fades