Luyện nghe bài hát You Gotta Love It

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

[Verse 1:
You ain't the one with big wallets
Got it, my brollic, dot it
But your should go to Mrs. Wallace
Honest. +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin
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 got you in Atlantic City
Bitched your budget baseline, goddamn it's pretty
You a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' it's true
But now I look we got more in Brooklyn then you
Appar-ently Down in Jeezy video
I shoulda kissed you on the cheek, you a ho (ask Weezy, Weezy was there)
At Jaz video you starred in it, 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 kiss ass and I'm consided,
But we hawk yo, where you walk ho (right where you walk)
You can fool the of the world long as New York know
We put u underground aint gone check to sell-us (cellars)
I he 40 years old, I don't respect my elders
I respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the
a customer buster, here go jet propellers

2X: Max B]
You gotta hate us the way we getting this
All my niggaz is strait from minimum wages
niggaz dick ridin the dips steady tryin to play us (Quit to spray us)
But for robbery we new flavor (DipSet)
In niggaz we tote them guns (DipSet)
This is 40th nigga we the slums(DipSet)
Pushin 40 you not the one
It's Killa Season holla at a nigga 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 fly joints, they put us out the contract
I the label right, lot of cats wonder how
Everytime I diss that I get fined a hundred thou'
Jus for tellin y'all I get fined a hundred (This is crazy)
Huh cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil
play like a bumper sticker smack a grill
Paul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy dills (put on them niggaz)
East west coast slang yo cap ya peel
Down in Houston ask B I'ma 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, it fellas (stop)
got our acapellas, but I will 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) Charli Baltimore (fucking faggot)
Sucker for love, sucker for love
bitch go to trial handy stuff in the glove
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 round one, 15 rounds B
We ready you aint gone us at no concert, sell out 25 thou'
Actin you gon diss us
You got anthrax there man, and we George Bush man
You aint gone Hussein it
like you got something over there
You doing what Ma$e did, you making songs man
Let it out man, we for 15 rounds man [fades out]