Luyện nghe bài hát You Gotta Love It

[Intro:
Ok First off, you a nigga
Only I'm doin this
I'ma jus name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred
- you stole Roc-A-Fella from Dame
Second - you stole Kanye Dame
Third - you stole from Dame
Forth - I seen the nigga that diamond up before them shots was fired
Fifth - hold on, the beat off
I had to turn the beat off for
You talkin you a 80's baby
You 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily
How's the king of new york sandals with jeans?
Open toe sandals with choncletas jeans 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 with big
Got it, my brollic, dot it
But publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace
Honest. Stealing shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin
And he can't dress dog who 'em
It was Roc-a-Wear, Dame had it
Now you got it, it +Cock-a-wear+,(you got it on) huh not in here (nope)
it pronto, you won't see a car. No
Dame and Biggs bitch for years, now you hoe
(Go to Lennox & you dumb ass nigga)
He own the 40/40 got you in City
Bitched your budget outta baseline, goddamn pretty
You love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' it's
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 pretty ho (ask 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 ass and I'm consided, damn
But we hawk yo, right you walk ho (right where you walk)
You can fool the rest of the world long as New York
We put u underground clown aint gone check to (cellars)
I he 40 years old, I don't respect my elders
I respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the
Yous a customer buster, here go jet

2X: Max B]
You gotta hate us the way we this paper
All my is coming 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 holla at a 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 like Joe Camel (go smoke some cigarettes)
Off of Rocafella right? no
But Busta fly joints, put us out the contract
I left the label right, lot of cats how
Everytime I diss that I get fined a hundred thou'
Jus for tellin y'all I get a hundred thou' (This is crazy)
Huh them are ill, 5 times a half a mil
Wanna play like a sticker smack a grill
Paul Wall cap a but them cats are daffy dills (put flowers on them niggaz)
East coast coast slang yo cap ya peel
in Houston ask B I'ma mack 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 bout slinging 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 B but I want a war
And he "Un" (Lance Rivera) over Charli Baltimore (fucking faggot)
Sucker for love, nuh-nuh sucker for
Killa go to trial handy stuff in the glove
hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her head (you know what is is)
Tell "Oh Jay-Z chill, is dead"

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