Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Kendrick Lamar Response)

[Verse 1: Jag]
I'm chicken, shit is gravy holmes
when they play you, been struggling
Shit been crazy holmes, come from where wet you
It's like welcome to the holmes, Fuck the drama
Do it for my mama, My on
now on, it's just
Fuck you, pay me
Riding round, no
cause I'm wavy holmes, West Adams
Roc nation like Jay-Z holmes
Flat top, suited a Muslim from the 80's holmes
Yea, I've been like McGrady holmes
Finally got a connect, and I put my lady on
Too much talent, haters feel Jesus made me wrong
Spitting, got us chasing this until we crazy on
Chubby, a nigga bout plenty chips
So fly, bitches me the Jet, I'm Kenny Smith
Porch nigga, fuck around and took trips
South Central gymnastics, we done made flips
Swear this white got us stitched like leather
Swear this Henney keep me like a cotton sweaters
The energizer keep going, me never
Rappers hit me to find out if they've gotten better
Stupid niggas mad, the shit I'm dropping
Fans call me the Chief, like I'm rocking feathers
Chubby, yea I'm with no tuition plan
Flat top killing, they me demolition man
No Wesley, no ESPY
Feeling nice, Tony(?) ice, No Gretzky
I bag heat, he can get it wet a jet ski
Hood nigga, fab
them niggas arrest me
This rap shit serious, I'm feeling a joke
Bills got a nigga stressed out, I'm like a smoke
I get so much pussy, I be turning bitches
Every time I turn around, got me feeling like the Pope
Damn, try to mention niggas cause I fucking grilled them
Now breaking bread like the fucking pilgrims
And really, I'm saying the same that Kendrick say
Every rapper dead that I know, not even safe
I know some rappers now, that hope a fucking stop
Bodies on the belt, got me sagging to my fucking socks
All we know is molly, kush, lean, rock
Hustle till we die, all my on the fucking block
At 13, nigga had his first Glock
Had me looking out the blinds, ducking cops
And last nigga I dissed, still quiet
Cause we the ones that win a case and nigga riot
Pigs tell us that we can't, and still try it
man tell a fiend is bad, and they still buy it
I get weight off, Chubby real diet
OG's through the box, a nigga still fly it
Yea, if he Pac then who am I, I got the
The tool inside, cause it's suicide
On my old school Twista shit, hear me
You the greatest you alive, just be you alive
I just can't, picture the picture sent you to ride
So let's get up, set up sent you to die
Real shit, spit
I'm lyrically vets, I've been killing with that real shit
Killing them (?), got a bag pass
I took the out, Glad bag
I put a number on your name like a
I by, and I pop out with the uzi nigga
Show you Boyz N' tha ain't just a movie nigga
I be in N.Y like a king to, even got some
I I do my thing to, money got me pimping
I ain't tripping, bring your through
All my niggas here, and we gon' fuck her till that thing
If he Nas, then I must be in 93'
Whatever nigga said, I'm all times 3
It's fucking rap holmes, thats how my rhymes be
Trying to battle with your shit, and you getting them rhymes