Luyện nghe bài hát Celebration

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

now tuned into the greatest
Motherfuckers can't beat us, join us, can't us, hate us
Can't it, fuck it, can't see 'em, try to be 'em
Both shows sold out your coliseum, eighth

rap for trey summers, poker faces with the aces under
Face one up, to take over, the over
Nigga, I'm the God MC, me,
Shit knockin', a crime, get Cochran
to the hearse where my doctors hand

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

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

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

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

Righteous, dominate the global, my a novel
blazin' in Barnes and Noble, idolize the
Y'all niggaz is local but evident
I'm Resident Evil, like

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

For the love of sex money and
Affiliated with the sets Tecs honies and
Let the power, rain on niggaz like a spring shower
And flowers for the bodies that surround us
If you was you found us

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

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

Street anthem anchor, to trade shots just 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 with a few eights, zoni
men, home in, all of my homies condone sin
Four shots spin ya like chrome
Put a right through your dome like the Omen, foamin'

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

Heat-seekin, grill huntin', still
Keep squeezin, fuck it, I leave the street wheezing
No, motherfuckers, hope I and gotta provoke the frail
Got 'em scared to drop soap in jail

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