Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Not Joyner

This where we
The boys the men
I'm not
I am not
You really got me fucked up
It's to get real spooky
real real spooky, you feel me?
We ain't even gon' with you not one bit, you feel me?
I thought lettin' you live a little bit
But you gave me the gun,
You told me to shoot you in the fuckin' head,
I guess you I would jam up or somethin'
This clip unlimited,
Shit stop with me
(Bitch)

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This is when it gets (Spicy)
You went to Funk Flex a started spittin' like me, (Facts)
up if I'm lyin'
You told me that you watched my hundreds of times (Hundred of times)
that's why you sound like me in a couple of lines (Yeah)
You said memories don't die, my don't lie
You literally went up there and mimicked me the whole
You puttin' on the list (List)
You tell the world it's false, but when I you backstage you admitted to the shit (You admitted to the shit)
Perfect example of nigga tryna work up a scandal (Tryna up a scandal)
You ain't never played the first with the (Never!)
Turnin' yay to rock since 'Ye was on the Roc workin' with
Pick the wrong person to amp you in front of audience
Now let's get more intense, hollows is in the .40 clip
Oh, Tory rich? line the kid up like Tori Brixx
I ain't none of these backpack, rap you been goin' against (I ain't)
Put I'll back smack and start snatchin' all Tory's shit
I ain't Joyner Lucas, never went to college, I'm a student
Before the music, white tainted pills and all-inclusive (All-inclusive)
This ain't you wanted, stupid, I threw the bait
mistake, you 'bout to fall into it, show me your heart
And don't you the panic yet
This is only the (Only the start)
I'm 'bout to you where it's lonely and dark, hold your remarks
Ain't no fuckin' niggas out condonin' these marks
hit his body, and they tore Tory apart
Keep it a buck, I really like shit (Like your shit)
And I give you respect, 'cause you one of the few write your shit
But that's the point (What up?)
And whoever I stand beside'll point and stretch 'em and bury the weapon so they find the joint
It's not a game, it's for respect, this is not for
But I know if I finish you off, a lot to gain
Caught a Capela, the handle, then the rocket bang
Jammed 'em in traffic, had bullets swervin' in and out of
We are not the same (We are not designed the same)
You to play or not?
The .40 in the box, the .380 pocket change
We all for it, it called for, but he called for it
Sacrifice a rapper life, take yours for it
Uh-oh, this a booby trap, he fall for it
4-4, push his kuffi back, make him forward
Before I get bodied by a singin' nigga, I'll body a singin'
air out the choir while they sing to niggas
Me and you can meet up now, fuck bringin' niggas
Omar from The Wire the shotty bunch of Stringer niggas
War time, face, I don't gotta clout chase (Clout chase)
I don't gotta rap for nine just to sound great
You diss Joyner Lucas with his sound? Oh, that's play
You diss Drake and took his on your Love Me Now? tape
You ain't never trapped in a hooptie with out-of-town
You ain't got no killers down waitin' on a date
My youngin' in the feds and hit 'em with a pound cake
Five for a Man, that shit doesn't even sound straight
I slam Tory 'til the ground shake and the break
FN make him moonwalk, yappa him cloud skate
Y'all really this clown safe? This gon' be a easy one
With these here lines versus a with a recedin' one
I told you this last straw, now you gotta eatin' one
Livin' on the tube 'til you got a breathin' one
in one, heaven or hell
And dead bodies a hell of a smell and we ain't lettin' 'em yell
Tie his mouth shut, hit the house up, the trail
fuck what you sell, my magazine double X-L
Somebody Tory put on his hoodie and step out
It's just me, I need Boogie to help out, nigga

I don't wanna nothin' 'bout your sales, nigga
Your followers, none of shit, nigga
Come outside, nigga, put your fuckin' boots on,
Don't Boogie up, none of that shit, nigga
I do this for real, nigga
You must be really ahead of time, nigga
You're 20 years old with a 50 year old nigga hairline
Get the fuck out of
Tory!
Uno, tell that nigga I still need my too nigga, ha
R&B niggas out of pocket
slap you niggas around a little bit
Show you niggas how it can get
Don!
Bitch!
the ambulance?
Why the man body right there?
The man ain't supposed to be there
the damn ambulance?