Luyện nghe bài hát Bet Cypher

[Kanye
Uh, Good music, this our
drums by DJ Premier
now let me it down, who the f-ck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, rap, oh
that n-ggas you can't really f-ck with that
Pusha T, the Clipse made a classic
Good together we too Jurassic, you stay plastic

Ramadan the flow, guaranteed everyone fasting
Big is a don
da Prince
why you so nervous dog stop being
if you aint talking bout Rash we aint got nothing in
f-ck that and thats common sense what the

T]
Came in the game, 8 years
8 years later, mans on fire
My of Eli, to all my subscribers
play the two doors, street car named
came in Grindin', Ye' came the wire
but at the crossroads, Bone inspired
1st of the month, to the buyers
rent too on the coupe you been fired
criminal, no prior's
man in the mirror, no liar
still like that butterfly like
show me the money the black MaGuire
Tom Cruise on that couch if money right
West Hollywood feels like a bunny
with GOOD and better jewelers
to the Good Life, we music

Sean]
Man, I up to a wet dream
every a Friday and every nights a sex scene
every is fashion week and every day I'm pressed clean
Detroit's Angel, I even got red
I'm to the ball, me and three prom queens
my prom night and guess who's the Prom King
they a kissing fight and I'm Don King
know I'm coming soon like LeBron's ring
I'm Big L, Notorious, Big Pun, Carter, Sean Combs and Connery all in one
told you sky's the limit is looking dumb
cause I'm 22 and I'm on the sun
oh thats your
she on my water right next to a couple boaters
and she tryna motor boat her and im coming from the of the Motor
you might find banana clips 'cause it's Guerilla
last year I was watching this from the and now I'm here
to let you know what I'm about
reaper black suit cuz my whole team's
had to keep setting cuz your whole team stealin
many tell me I'm the man I aint it yet
tell me who the baddest, I'll see if i see them yet
won't til I get that Mercedes 700 CLK and Mercedes aint made it yet

[Cyhi Da
I'm Mr Got bread Quizno's
better as MJ with the big nose
I swear your couldn't see me on his tip toes
only on TV I gotta take a pose
let me stop I this was a big show
and being dope made you broke I piss poor
I'm big poppa I'm 2pacalypto
my mind is a weapon what I to pop a clip for
huh, I'm doing for hip hop
Im coming after you, him and his
still tied to the streets like a ish
aint nothing fake, I'm not a with a tick tock
Atlanta repper in the home of the
Rose wood suit on the hanky
I got from the zones of the stanky
so everybody my money long, lanky!
so I'm flexible out my decimel's
switching up the got the crowd going testicles
can't it out cuz there wasn't nothing sexual
I'm loud, somebody check the decibels
I'm impeccable put me on the pedestal
and if you me, it's good for you like a vegatable
by the several, schedule full of festivals
and if I do time than you know its federal
uh, incredible,

F-f-fam fam fam monster too
you don't see I do things that the do
the incomparable, remarkable,
about my audio technique, my
I recognise games like the
to myself I say God Bless me the truth
so I speak and directly
you, I set free my mic is where my check be
rah, I echo, I echo, I echo, the sounds of the ghetto, of the retro
prolly in the metro just so I can get
the is Common but the frame is special
leave from the years I've invested
arrested, develop, it, envelope
the body of the party from Farley to Bob Marley
go home or go hard, at home is life

West]
the plan was to drink till the over
what's worse, the or the hangover?
fresh air rolling down the
too many urkels on team thats why your Winslow
I sold my soul to the devil a crappy deal
it came with a few toys like a happy meal
this game you never win
cause they love you then they you then they love you again
get from me loniless
get away me misery
get away me fake sh-t, I can't take the phoniness
get away me wack tracks
I can only make hits
I'm an only child lost in the
where did the lonely kids go when the ring
feeling like hell
bringing me down
my background
its ironic whats
if I didn't have the ends
I would'nt have so imaginary friends
I'm spaced out Dog, I be on Moon talk
if God ask Mike how to moon walk
I swear to momma wish me and my talk more
that vision around the time I was a sophmore
I guess everything I about me I see in him
and I aint finna change, so we'll never agree
a few things pouring out my soul
Rosewood we see her with our eyes closed