Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Squad (Freestyle)

Niggas actin' like they're kings i walk up on their throne
Take a piss, kiss the ring, know it hurts, it stings
Red alert on the beam... Flocka
The misdirected and the cops are wrong
Man they rattin' on each other, then they at home
Actin' like it happened, backstabbin' wow
What's next? Another rapper dead, no
I'm goin' at head, who the best?
Cut the check, closed mouths get fed
Take the food off your plate, it in your face
I hear your shit, moment of silence
Condonin' the violence if you're a rising
Their fan base mad I killed their favorite
I'm still your favorite trapper's trapper
Fuck freestyles, kill 'em with the rhymes
And all you rappers better get in line
No subliminals, I'm gettin' off
Your is soft, let your bitch kick it with a boss
We're two people from the bottom, just different lanes
Cole I feel your pain, feel like I was born

This the tiger and the lion, this is David and
This and the Bible, this the pistol and the rifle
In the cypher I you - boom!
It's a cold fuckin' 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 flip
Crush my enemies, they envy me
Now business entities, it was meant to be
life 'til they sentence me to centuries
Can't get to me, I handle differently
We never had shit, wonder why we
If he ain't got a pistol, why the fuck he
I think drugs pollutant, should've stayed a student
But I wouldn't 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 movement
like, "Flock, what up with EDM?"
Same rappers lowkey wanna see me win
50 thou for a verse, I need a friend
And I don't really like music, so why pretend?
And how you gangbangin' after famous?
Swear half of you brainless, you rappers are
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 some dollars out of
Now the show's across the boarders and they're our daughters
And they're all our sons, this shit ain't just for fun
We used to put our hands up and box on the
Now you put hands up and get shot by a cop
I sat first class by McClurkin
He said, "God got a plan, man, keep workin'"
I know, Flocka!