Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher

[Verse 1: Q]
Uh, Most of these niggas shouldn't be to us
We keep our distance from those, acting like hoes
Zany imposed, in my clothes, cubics is gold
Ya wig'll get told, put the realest
Niggas, product of cap pillers, gangbangers and
Streets watching, aye, [click](undefined) boom the ghetto bird ya shot down
Straight to the top now, they want a third on my [background](undefined)
But nah homie, put the mask on I [slide](undefined) on 'em
Put the [cash](undefined) in the and here's a extra slug 'for I shake
Ya faster than me with a eighth
Or better yet a [wet](undefined) on a plate
Burning ya faith, all senses covered in
with them boys in blue, chill out 'for rags at you
You running to the saying: How we do?
Saying it's rap and them lines ain't true
So I just threw Q, fuck it, menage a two or maybe
Baby girl a [pot](undefined) pie, I be her da da
Coochie smacking, give to Allah
Get in my car, Oxymoron

[Verse 2: Jay
Rock got it, came from rock bottom
Sparked the flames, still as a top shotta
I ain't no backpack rapper, I ain't no
And if he ain't talking to you mind ya then
Cold with it, Black Hippie, we cold niggas
All the girlies love us, get a of us
They bones quiver, heard clown throwing stones at us
Holding boulders champ once you that YAWK. watching domes shatter
It's Top Dawg we runnin' rap, rappers, feline
why we don't run with cats, nine double O five nine -
Where my at
Pull up in that van](undefined) holding 2's like the handyman
And to be not with all this rapping politickin'
Rapper competition, up my position
I'm finished, 'Til I make a couple tickets
Then I'm outtie on them with my crimmies chillin'
ya feelings, now can I [live](undefined)?
Look I gotta keep my on top of the dirt
everywhere I go they like when you dropping some work?
Been a threat birth
The rap game's pallbearer I'm droppin' the Hearst
I ain't new to this, I'm true to
Industry's nightmare, red strings in my Air's
Yeah, the pair, I'm Jay Rock, America's most wanted
My chargers? Killing MC's warning
Rock!

[Verse 3: Ab
It's Ab-Soul, gimme the loot, I'm the skinny
In New York City Puffy, puffing the sticky
All eyes against me, still even the
Prolly why I'm OT on tour
TDE, believe me we war
I don't even know what I like most no more
Two fingers, Two triggers, the difference?
We all gon' die one day until then I'm paid
My watching so I ain't gon' curse
Still gifted a Wale verse, backwood full of OG
Bobby Johnson medicine in my soul to trynna the coffin, Ah
And these days are so sweet](undefined)
I guess it's just a balance we battle
And y'all still off of Jay-Z tweets
I got laps to run when me and Jay-Z meet
Peep Soul number 2
The first one used to make for CL Smooth
Top got the s550 but the CL
And rolling weed is the time I see L's move
Soul!

[Verse 4: Isaiah
Ay, I think I found my home
Sunny California and ya little nigga brother
You ain't meant for corners, it's what told me
So I looked back, I got a slut in the [back](undefined)
[Fattest](undefined) [elephant](undefined) ass, so we flirt in the
Passing propellers I tell her, tell her we just listen
See we [diamond](undefined) just shining and they gon' find us
Brought sand to the beach and we left ya bitchh
For the [record](undefined) in I'm a hecklin' menace
Where is Robin, I'm
minding my business
He a regular victim, us regular in
Uh, regular niggas, you always cater to
You always my time, you always faking the funk
I'm put ya muthafuckin' in ya face
You keep lookin' for women to be all in ya face
That deep dussy reach niggas, keep
That Tennessee dussy make a be dussy
You can never rap better than me, 'cause you ain't
You ain't underrated, you under looked
You ain't overbooked, you just under
supposed to be me and my niggas in the [record](undefined) [book](undefined)
Now got by myself still fresh as fuck