Luyện nghe bài hát Celebration

What you you like me?
You ain't like me, motherfucker, you a
I been with made people, connected
Who you been wit'? Chain
Jive-ass, motherfuckers
Why don't you go get lost, get out of
Go kick a or somethin'

You're now tuned into the
Motherfuckers can't beat us, join us, can't fade us, us
Can't touch it, it, can't see 'em, try to be 'em
Both sold out your coliseum, eighth wonder

Locked rap for trey summers, poker faces with the aces
one up, to take over, the break's over
Nigga, I'm the God MC, me,
Shit knockin', almost a crime, get
Bangin' to the hearse my doctors hand

Hot land, F.B.I, D.E.A., I did crime, got
They wanna see me pay, motherfuckers, better
If they try to plant, under the of my car
Even a half a gram, flame those, plainclothes
Same goes for lame hoes, cocaine rapper, rep ya game

We celebrate this, while you sittin' screamin' you hate this
Try to this, get caught in my crime matrix
Spittin' sperm inside of latex, you get, no respect like a rapist
this, men just givin' facelifts

Leave your melon spacious, career felon, no
Nor Ceasar's, the C.I.A. flooded my with diseases
Informants, heating the spot up like warming
Who start shit? My style is laced arsenic

tasteless, 'cause of death is traceless
I know you wanna see me
You the order, I'll be in hell
Team Roc sweater and ice

Righteous, the global, my life's a novel
blazin' in Barnes and Noble, the vocals
Y'all is local but that's evident
I'm Resident Evil, like

Millionaire that like water, rap niggaz runnin'
I, applaud ya, clap at ya
the Mac at ya, niggaz caught up
Brought up in the rapture, my torture
Like a compound fracture, fuck widdit

For the love of sex and drugs
with the sets Tecs honies and thugs
Let the four power, rain on niggaz a spring shower
And bring flowers for the bodies surround us
If you was lookin' you us

Movin' with speed, tried to play
up like Chris Reeves
Paraplegic, minds like the Pharaoh's of Egypt
Shot through a barrel narrowly weaved it

Keepin' my Team top seeded with the 16's
Bulgin' out of my jeans, on the ten-speed
Holdin', shots with you a secret
like a story never told but believe it

Street anthem anchor, quick to trade shots like a banker
Lick a round, hit the ground like Sanka
I got ya in forty-two ways
Aim better than toothpaste, Jerry
"Show me the money" like Clue

Run up in your spot with a few eights,
Known men, in, all of my homies condone sin
Four shots ya like chrome rims
Put a part right through your dome the Omen, foamin'

White sheets got ya like a Roman
Back in New York, honey wants it, just spit blood and talk
Niggaz is cartoons, picture that's fully developed
dark rooms, hits fat, cub with a harpoon

Heat-seekin, huntin', still frontin'?
Keep squeezin, fuck it, I the whole street wheezing
No, motherfuckers, hope I fail and provoke the frail
Got 'em to drop like soap in jail

Geyeah, you have it
Just of ours as can't be touched, tested, whatever
disrespect this thing of ours
Roc-a-Fella