Luyện nghe bài hát Dipshits

[Introduction: Santana and Cam'ron]
thought they'd see this again
we go!
Killa Cam in the
Dipset!
You know it is
My man
I feel epic, no homo

One: Cam'ron]
Man, I'm that nigga, y'all, I even lying
I'm fashion, man, I ain't even trying
I see fuckboys hating on me
Been in the three years, they still waiting on me
But I'm done with the frontin', I'm trunk and pressing the button
No stunting, I'm dumping and pumping the
Somethin' to this chump, have him crying like
With a gun I am gifted, back up before I happily lift it
Popping a cap in the back of cap
up your hat, my astro's malicious
Mommy up and said she see the difference
"You're mature, handsome, with a lot of ignance"
Dick in her intestines 'bout to her chitlins
me 2 Chainz's drummer, say my strokes are different
I'm different, you
What you doing this, bitch? I'm leaving
Adios,
I fuck your mama, word to mama, keep your mama

Juelz Santana]
Uh, I know you miss
still Dipset, you dipshits
Stay fly, don't get bitch hit
Stay gripped, get your shit split
Uh, push it and get it off
Nigga, we just cut from a cloth
Uh, I know you this
Still Dipset, you

[Verse Two:
Man, fuck a magazine, don't care you cowards read
Don't gotta wonder, we wonder with our bread
Money, respect, don't the power, dread
Had this one girl squirting like a
on the waist, eighty keys in the trunk
Stamp on the dope, degrees of funk
money, eighty degrees in the pumps
Lookin' for me? Top floor suite of the Trump,
Cause of stupidity, send fire,
No one here is of me, got the gift, no Christmas tree
Get the shovels, y'all, everyone me
I'm to the future, still making history

[Outro: Dash]
I feel like on this shit. First off, my name is Dame Dash. And I want to talk for a second if you don't mind, let me just say one thing: I am from Harlem, and I'm back outside. And you know what that means? That means people eat. Cause I'm a Harlem nigga, and that's what we do. That means when we walk in the room, nobody's safe. You 'bout to feel that, pause. Harlem sticks together. So if you feeling like number one, get ready to be number two, cause we back. What's that shit y'all be saying? Fool's Gold! Aight? 'Bout to party, I might pop bottles. Might have to see Champagne Dame!