Luyện nghe bài hát Celebration

What you think you 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 freestyle or

You're now into the greatest
Motherfuckers can't us, join us, can't fade us, hate us
Can't it, fuck it, can't see 'em, try to be 'em
Both shows sold out coliseum, eighth wonder

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

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

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

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

Odorless tasteless, 'cause of death is
I know you wanna see me
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, the vocals
Y'all niggaz is local but that's
I'm Evil, movin' like

that flow 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 money and
Affiliated with the sets honies and thugs
Let the four power, rain on niggaz a spring shower
And flowers for the bodies that surround us
If you was lookin' you us

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

Keepin' my Team top seeded with the Sweet
Bulgin' out of my jeans, on the weeded
Holdin', with you like a secret
It's a story never told but believe it

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

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

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

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