Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Not Joyner

This where we
The from the men
I'm not
I am not
You niggas got me fucked up
It's to get real spooky
Real real spooky, you feel me?
We ain't gon' play 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 you in the fuckin' head, nigga
I guess you thought I jam up or somethin'
This clip unlimited,
don't stop with me
(Bitch)

1]
This is when it gets (Spicy)
You went to Funk Flex a spittin' just 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 die, my memory don't lie
You went up there and mimicked me the whole time
You puttin' on the list (List)
You tell the world it's false, but when I seen you you admitted to the shit (You admitted to the shit)
Perfect example of nigga tryna work up a (Tryna work up a scandal)
You ain't never played the first with the (Never!)
Turnin' yay to rock 'Ye was on the Roc workin' with samples
Pick the wrong person to amp you in front of this
Now let's get more intense, is stuffed in the .40 clip
Oh, Tory rich? line the kid up like Tori Brixx
I none of these backpack, rap cats you been goin' against (I ain't)
Put money I'll back smack and start snatchin' all shit
I Joyner Lucas, never went to college, I'm a corner student
Before the music, tainted pills and it's all-inclusive (All-inclusive)
This what you wanted, stupid, I threw the bait
Huge mistake, you 'bout to fall it, show me your heart
And don't you the panic yet
This is only the (Only the start)
I'm 'bout to send you where it's lonely and dark, your remarks
Ain't no fuckin' street out condonin' these marks
hit his body, and they tore Tory apart
Keep it a buck, I like your shit (Like your shit)
And I give you respect, 'cause you one of the few that your shit
But that's besides the (What up?)
And whoever I stand beside'll and stretch 'em and bury the weapon so they never find the joint
It's not a game, for respect, this is not for fame
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 in and out of lanes
We are not designed the (We are not designed the same)
You to play or not?
The .40 in the safety box, the .380 change
We all for it, it called for, but he called for it
Sacrifice a rapper life, I'ma 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 a singin' nigga
Then air out the choir while sing to niggas
Me and you can meet up now, fuck bringin' niggas
Omar The Wire with the shotty bunch of Stringer niggas
War time, about face, I don't gotta clout (Clout chase)
I don't gotta rap for nine minutes just to sound
You diss Joyner Lucas with his sound? Oh, that's foul
You diss and took his style on your Love Me Now? tape
You ain't trapped in a hooptie with out-of-town plates
You ain't got no down waitin' on a trial date
My youngin' in the feds and they hit 'em with a pound
Five for a gun? Man, that doesn't even sound straight
I slam Tory the ground shake and the towel break
FN make him moonwalk, yappa make him skate
Y'all really think this clown safe? gon' be a easy one
With here lines versus a nigga with a recedin' one
I told you this your last straw, now you eatin' one
Livin' on the tube 'til you got a breathin' one
in one, heaven or hell
And dead bodies leave a hell of a smell and we ain't 'em yell
Tie his mouth shut, hit the up, cover 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 don't need Boogie to help out,

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