Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle

Soul of a 70's man, I can throw a curve underhand
This for the streets, not Jam
This ain't for the fans that wanna pop and snap
off Ciroc and the Yak, all y'all can watch from the back
This ain't for self legends that nobody wanna hear from
Scared? Get a gun; come to peers, I got
ain't for bandwagon fans sit y'all asses in the same spot
Y'all the same niggas Trinidad Jame$ hot
ain't to Kendrick Lamar, the nigga Kendrick got bars
I heard his shit and wasn't at all
And as it played I heard him say I wasn't mentioned with
Joell it, only right I finish the job
So all that shit is revocable, an overview
Only noticeable is how he barely gave me any quotables
I state facts, not to say wack but check the playback
Outrhyming A$AP ain't showing me your weight at
I'm on my shit today, you the king of New
You might as well had spit on Biggie's grave, couldn't let slip away
I'm in the court of opinion, ready to click and spray
Light Jay Elec ass up, my Exhibit A
Bitch kill my is what you wanna get into
Drown em all in a swimming pool, full of and drool
You renting jewels with all the fascination?
So when I ask you 'bout it that's my cross
This a to me, all these blemished MC's
Infamously it's about I see
But if it's bars, not about bread, to hell the wealth
Put you of the bullet, just to see a shell of yourself
I mean uh, since rap has been accessible, they action regrettable
This is the net'll do
sending message to tricks ain't get to see 'em
They ain't even artists and get paid per diem
We talking bars, then this whole changed
Fuck all the subliminals now saying names
Some of these OG's I laugh at, y'all know me to half ass
To me it's one Joey that's bad ass
King of New York, my stop it 5
Keep it funky washed you twice
Tell me Tyler that fire with I reply don't bring a lie around
Run up on Meek the silencer, nigga quiet down
Then off with his intro playing
Cause I get hype to that shit dog I ride to shit
With nightmares, I wanna be at the root of em the mag off
Know he love so I'm leavin' him with Black Thoughts
You talking bars niggas better get
They put they guts all on the track, still they never get
Lot of tier rappers tryna rep for they belt
Nigga there's levels to this shit, dog you said it
But it, when it comes to control, I might have lost a bit
Law citizen style I'm coming for all of it
in your studio engineer that recorded it
Yes men that it, any blog that reported it
Any artist he with, snuff whoever bought the shit
Whoever thought of it, his mentor whoever him it
with a sneeze, hiccup, fart, even cough or lick
If I got it twisted you coming to contort the
But the irony, all inspire me
Y'all in a a lot of us aspire to be
We striving my G, tip my hat so y'all know it's real
Fuck whoever mad, you said how we all to feel
I know the game, some'll try to get
You push the envelope, some of us the stamp
Predecessors wrote the letter, others it shut
Some was nice without the percs, before Amil got
Hip Hop, should blame on the mic these niggas hands on
Shades that they in the club, couches they stand on
You credibility with dead ability
the bar like you on par with this level of agility
Old Runnin' Rebel artillery, with Augmon at the 2
What y'all wanna do?
Get to arguing a Spartan, play it cool
I heard alien voices, I'll knock the martian up outta dude
Separate the beast the timid, it's hip hop
Fuck if your car is or rented, at least you in it
Foaming at the lips, looking like the yeast in
Don't be facetious most of y'all been a feast from the
is for B.I.G., Suicidal Thoughts, Coogi printed
This for Nas, jacket with the uzi in it
Not no Shiny shit, this that 92 Knicks
for Hov's missing 92 bricks
For Prop and Beans, to when the L.O.X. first burst on the scene
For Queens, Pac and even E.D.I.
This for the Mobb and the purple tape, to Inspectah Deck
This ain't for the labels nah, Wu protect ya' neck
ain't a diss, I don't want it to get spun wrong
And this for Big L, the that Joe found Pun on
shit is for Stack, I ain't talking a G
Nigga I'm talking a G!! My talking on me
This is for every living rapper ever walked in streets
And any outsider that happen to that a portion is sweet
Niggas been killed for less and got a coffin for
If you ever been in the hood, I think we all should
This for every nigga took what you said in stride
I couldn't abide, some of us take pride, check it
Limbs'll get crushed, hip hop's rush
Men'll get touched, so if you hush
Project benches I trust, came from and dust
So who you named shouldn't be mentioned us
But wait, at least half of em', other half around
Dual clips that wrap around, every rapper 'round
See what when niggas try to go toe to toe
This what happen when you let a blood bath
to do lines, how could they wanna go blow for blow
I could overdose and drag you niggas comatose
is lightweight, put the bucks up
Cause if we talking bars lot of should shut the fuck up
This is lightweight, put the up
If we talking lot of y'all should shut the fuck up