Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Squad (Freestyle)

Niggas actin' like they're kings 'til i up on their throne
a piss, kiss the ring, know it hurts, know it stings
Red alert on the beam... Flocka
The kids and the cops are wrong
Man they rattin' on other, then they back at home
Actin' like it happened, backstabbin' wow
What's Another rapper dead, no flex
I'm goin' at your head, who the
Cut the check, closed mouths get fed
Take the off your plate, chew it in your face
I can't hear shit, moment of silence
Condonin' the violence if proposin' a rising
Their fan mad I killed their favorite rapper
I'm still your trapper's favorite trapper
Fuck freestyles, kill 'em with the written
And all you cokehead better get in line
No subliminals, I'm direct off
Your clique is soft, let your bitch it with a boss
two people from the bottom, we're just different lanes
Cole I feel your pain, like I was born again

the tiger and the lion, this is David and Goliath
This and the Bible, this the pistol and the rifle
In the cypher I you - boom!
It's a fuckin' world and I'm sneezin' bricks
And we got tickets, on my season shit
Break chickens down, then we season it
Re-press it, then send it, that's an easy
Crush my enemies, they just me
Now it's business entities, it was to be
Squad life 'til they sentence me to
Can't get to me, I handle differently
We never had shit, why we lootin'
If he ain't got a pistol, why the he shootin'?
I think drugs pollutant, should've stayed a student
But then I be on stage givin' out the blueprint
Holler at the movement, I'm to lose it
And when I do, lay it down, ain't no fuckin'
They like, "Flock, up with EDM?"
Same rappers don't wanna see me win
50 thou for a verse, I don't need a
And I don't like your music, so why pretend?
And how you gangbangin' after famous?
half of you brainless, you rappers are aimless
You are anus, I'm clappin' the stainless
This accurate aimin', start droppin' names in
It's a new order

Made a dollar out a quarter, made dollars out of quarters
Now the show's across the boarders and slaughterin' our daughters
And killin' all our sons, this shit ain't just for fun
We to put our hands up and box on the block
Now you put hands up and get shot by a cop
I sat first class by Donnie
He said, "God got a plan, young man, workin'"
I know, Flocka!