Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Go

Yo,
if I was from New York I'd probably be from Harlem
An uptown nigga a hunger for stardom
runningback, coach I can't guard 'em
If you like me on your team ma, you a starter
Beg your pardon, kid is disrespectful
He up in the club, Slick Rick with his neck full
Goin to a money war, what is he there for?
Stacks little paper, what he do for?
a few thousand out the roof of my Maybach
Just a little somethin I got from Reebok
We cop, you see up in the windows
Shoppin sprees keep me ma, it's time to get some {?}
Turkey bacon, egg all up in my griddle
Obscene how the protein keep a lean
...
It's obscene how the protein keep a lean

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We got a in here?! HELL NO!
We got a in here?! I SAID HELL NO!
You niggaz wanna set it off?! YEAH!
You really set it off?! H-H-HELL YEAH!
Then go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Let's go, go, let's go, let's go (hey!)
Let's go, let's go, let's go, go
go, let's goooo (hey!)

I'm just chillin in my Coupe (what?) chillin in my (what?)
I'm chillin in my Coupe with my chick on the
I'm just chillin in my (what?) I'm chillin in my Coupe (what?)
I'm chillin in my Coupe with my chick on the

I'm like a country-ass Adonis lookin for my
Same apparatus around, that can find her
down the shades, clothes on your body
She can go behind lame and let shorty go to work
Show a couple thou', bet go berserk
Last she on the pole, then this mornin she in chruch
On her knees in both places, man I bet that
Get you some funds, support ya single moms
Heard she ass so you can say she buy sex
Plus she got a friend so I she bi-sex
I park right to her, yeah that's me
Plus the house up on the hill, yeah that's me

See I'm a alumni, lookin out my one eye
Similar to Popeye, when I'm on that
Somebody up the Guinness Book, it's gotta be record
Like when I heard the beat I it had to be on my record
Know folks need it, I'm officially
The right to bear arms, I'm officially
So if I you out, don't argue, respect it
fact, go hit the showers, you officially ejected!
I used to slang the Jimmy Crack when I didn't
I seen jack corn homie, I was there
When Jimmy turned with his devilish glare
I showed Jimmy waistline, he wouldn't dare (c'mon)
I can burn your chest like shots of
Fuck a drink, I'm talkin 50-cal desert eagle
... Ah ah ah ah
I down and get my 50-cal desert eagle on (boom!)

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