Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Kendrick Lamar Response)

[Verse 1: Jag]
I'm getting chicken, shit is holmes
Happy they play you, been struggling
Shit been holmes, come from where they wet you
It's like to the Navy holmes, Fuck the drama
Do it for my mama, My on
now on, it's just
Fuck you, pay me
Riding round, no
Waving cause I'm wavy holmes, Adams
Roc nation it's Jay-Z holmes
top, suited like 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 like Jesus me wrong
Spitting, got us chasing this chicken we crazy on
Chubby, a nigga dreaming bout plenty
So fly, bitches me the Jet, I'm Kenny Smith
Porch nigga, around and took plenty trips
South Central gymnastics, we done plenty flips
Swear this white got us stitched like rotten
Swear this Henney me warm like a cotton sweaters
The energizer keep going, me stopping
Rappers hit me just to out if they've gotten better
Stupid niggas mad, the I'm dropping clever
call me the Chief, it's like I'm rocking feathers
Chubby, yea I'm schooling with no tuition
Flat top killing, they me demolition man
No Wesley, balling no
nice, Tony(?) over ice, No Gretzky
I bag heat, he can get it wet a jet ski
nigga, fab shit
Tell niggas arrest me
This rap shit serious, I'm like a joke
Bills got a nigga stressed out, I'm feeling a smoke
I get so pussy, I be turning bitches down
Every time I turn around, they got me feeling the Pope
Damn, don't try to mention niggas I fucking grilled them
Now promoters breaking like the fucking pilgrims
And really, I'm saying the same shit Kendrick say
rapper dead that I know, not even Kendrick safe
I know rappers now, that hope a nigga fucking stop
Bodies on the belt, that got me sagging to my socks
All we know is molly, kush, lean, rock
Hustle till we die, all my niggas on the block
At 13, nigga had his first Glock
Had me looking out the blinds, ducking cops
And last nigga I dissed, holmes still
Cause we the ones that win a case and still riot
Pigs tell us that we can't, and still try it
Hustle man tell a fiend is bad, and they buy it
I get weight off, nigga real diet
stanking through the box, a nigga still fly it
Yea, if he Pac who am I, I got the whip
The tool inside, lyrically it's suicide
On my old Twista shit, hear me Do-or-Die
You the you alive, just be happy you alive
I just can't, picture the picture somebody sent you to
So let's get up, set up somebody you to die
Real shit, spit
I'm lyrically scaring vets, I've been killing with that shit
them arrnets (?), got a bag pass
I the garbage out, Glad bag
I put a number on your name a hashtag
I by, and I pop out with the uzi nigga
Show you Boyz N' tha Hood ain't a movie nigga
I be in N.Y like a king to, even got some
I swear I do my to, money got me pimping
I ain't tripping, bring your through
All my niggas here, and we gon' fuck her till thing through
If he Nas, then I be Biggie in 93'
Whatever nigga said, I'm all times 3
fucking murder rap holmes, thats how my rhymes be
Trying to battle with shit, and you getting them rhymes beat