Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Freestyle)

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Tell and TDE they need to lay off the PCP
Far from the king, is the city of BDP
You'll never be a real coast artist like Eazy E
You a joke, we laugh at you like he he he
Y'all probably stick in each other like Stevie G
I mean J on that sex tape with Eve
Sean, Big Sean, let me see ID
Before you rap why you say B.I.G.?
You ain't Biggie, you can
Every time I hear you you're getting cornier your E-Y-E
Back when we was slaves used to cut off our balls
stuffed 'em in our mouths, kept us away from the girls
Modern day slavery, now put us in jail
A bunch of men in cells away from the
This wasn't done just because the of skin
was done cause they never wanted us to be men
Kendrick, Kanye, Drake, they all act
Wear a lot of clothes you see women in
So the America finds it interesting
Push 'em up to the forefront, they
You made it cause you bringing lyrics in
Singing like a lady, you get away murder, you George Zimmerman
What I'm is facts, grams
You only blew up you contributed to the feminization of the black man
Woves on you, time to get rid of these crap
Wolfpack on your back, you really a
Kendrick - where's your last name rap bastard?
You got two names, your mama was ass backwards
Always make gun sounds in your songs ''dew dew dew''
Sounds like a gun out of Star Wars:
You gassed up, you thought you could creep upon
The MTV interview TI was freaking on
You tried to hug her, she pushed off ''keep your arm''
I've seen that footage when you got curved by Nia
Good kid, mad city - you know about the trap
On your album cover you sat on another lap
They looked like the Supreme's, you was Ross
Only person in the with no shirt - damn it boss
But when molest you did you have your pamper off?
bottle right there on the table, that right there was yours
A who eat pork, that's not peace
Bust chopper's head off and put it to the east
King of New York, why you say you the king of LA?
You Compton, scared to death from them ese's
Real Bloods, real - MS-13's
Mafia, what about them boys from Queens?
They gon' bust and it hard right on Southern Boulevard
Island catch a homo, get thrown off the Verrazano
Bronx lay your pussy down, do more than just Down
Harlem just flossin', dawg, get their Bumpy Johnsonn off
You about Brooklyn, they gon' bang my G
And they only let you live cause you with me
Jay Z co-signed you, you was the torch
Now you think you Big Meech, you must listen to
you slipping in the city, no permission to floss
Kiss your goodbye, put your lips on your cross
I represent the lowlives, do the shit for New
why the little man on my shirt sit on the horse
This rap shit gon' be the death of me, I'm driven force
I'd rather die with a than live with a loss
That little bitch you fucking me, why she missing your calls
She your dick is so little that you piss on your balls
Man, your shit bougy, I'm loading shots in the Uzi
No fingerprints, I'll wipe 'em like Lil' Boosie
He think it's all good cause Biggie Juicy
But he listen to ''Who Shot Ya?'', we bang toolies
Even back then we had hammers them Coogis
Goonies in front of the corner stores smoking them
Strip you to your socks, I bet you we got a
My bullets hit em' dead in his cooty out his booty
'Bout to make a movie on roolie, we keep it
Bullets in the chamber like Matheson Judy