Luyện nghe bài hát BET Backroom Freestyle

[Intro: Stefan
Yo, I'm Stefan
You in the backroom Vic Mensa
Rap City

[Verse 1: Vic

This is one to compare me to
Before you by side in that head-on collision
Feel the impact a flat-bed to a caribou
My dear, roadkill
I'm cold-blooded, Tyson can't hit me, I'm Holyfield, oh
Pee on Q&A, fuck your questions, fuck suggestions
I don't need help, fuck

Chain, tuck chest in
your

Bones in the ocean, choke, you pressure
G your strap, let you buyback your gun collection
Shoot it in

Vein, than a blood infection
Contractually contracting me would to be dumb high
Blow the blessing permanently in the smoking
Hold

in, kid, know your lines 'fore you overstep 'em
Hmm...I let you scheme on a rhyme
Wet 'sace shirt, get your blood-stains dry-cleaned
Pokin' the without a Jimmy Iovine
I'm going raw, you could feel it like a pill thats
Melt on your gums like ice
I'm type O, anyone could get it if you it, wilt with the pipe dreams
say the INNANET got the Internet tweakin'
You twit con, comicon commenters
I see your weakness, achilles heel in feet its orthopedic
I'm bulimic I can't stomach your I make you eat it
Yack and it back, salty season
UV me sunscreen, tone hardly even
it's a problem if you questioning if I'm the answer, run and play
Dog I'm in the field a summer dance
The son of Sampson, head fooly in the dark
Catch a clip, it could really be a in the park
I'm psycho how I the automatic rifle
Just so you get the wrong message like a typo
I might not sign no deal unless up a mill
And it by a few, forreal
all the glamors and glitz, I plan to get rich
I'm from Chicago, but never a fan of your platinum hits
I could care less than a high lunch lady with her hair net
Teared up puttin' pubes in your cup
Yo, the young blood bleed bluer Ivy
If Lil Wayne came and kidnapped her out her high
Pass the to Baby to change the diapy
While Jay-Z her down on a Samsung Galaxy
Hi C, orange soda old Corolla whippin'
Treat your chick tonsil like a orphanage to hold my in
Raah raah a dungeon dragon
Son, change your little hustle 'cause funds is lackin'
See, my empty, my nerves antsy don't try to tempt me
I set fire to Fort Knox to foreclose Warbucks for the war on drugs
If you hatin', you stab in the foot
Split your soul a horcrux
I could board a flight just to the seasons overnight
You bark ain't known to bite
My niggas'll run in your crib, flood your basement, leave you leakin' like a pipe
Poke your wife on the table like salt, pork, and
I never swipe my card, everything paid for
Your funding from your little label
I need the hotel, the flight, the car, the room
The on the PJ in the jet with the fuel burnin'
Gas in the rental my bitch with the wheels turnin'
Spinnin' Sprewell, if you want it come and prove to me
is a message for anybody who listenin'
I'm Vic Mensa, pay your and pay attention