Luyện nghe bài hát Westwood Freestyle 2010

[Verse 1: Mr.
to the ill world of Mr. P-O
Ay, keep the talk, B; I'm see dough
If it ain't about bread, what we speak fo
If it ain't no lead, it ain't no beef, bro
You better get a leash cause your ho
Specialize in wood like she Home
I'm like DeBarge, we stars
Roscoe P. Coltrane in bars, man
Amtrak, I'll break her back, man
It's Ralph Lauren, this ain't no Chaps
It's all Polo; I'm so pro
You bird-crazy: El Loco
Talking bout and this ain't no photo
Asking bout rings the ho know Frodo
You get out of my house and shit
I think I threw up in my a bit, I'm sick

[Verse 2: da 5'9"]
Niggas be lying, talking 'bout that, a heater
Once I see him, maybe more like Bieber
Leaving my rivals like Skyzoo's, how I do
I her laying in the street and bleeding
Butt naked with a bullet in his muthafucking like Erykah Badu
I find in being in a place
Where I'm wearing Gucci, getting White boy wasted
I tell a nigga, break bread or take
I'm get rid of this weight like K-Fed
Me and Denaun got a bond
We like that once-in-a-lifetime thang to you ain't the prom
The MC that rhyme official with ref with a whistle
That ain't Young Money, I'mma diss you
If you rhyming a Mac with back of the Ac
Or perhaps you match my spectacular vernacular
You still bottles with models, college for knowledge
the word swagger, you're probably garbage
You thugs funny, comparing 5'9" to
You comparing Superman to Bugs

[Verse 3:
I'm like a White - Vick, psycho enough to stick
Michael J. Fox in a with a Rott
I might make a little with a side of NyQuil
And ride a motorcycle bike right the side of my high school
Satan's disciple a sniper rifle and a knife and a white diaper
to shit on you while I snipe you
So dope he off opiates, what an appropriate
Way to start off his day; he may smart off to Dre
He may be hard to cause his rage is so hard to gauge
See Hannibal ate his face and met Jason, off his leg
Amazing hard-on for razors and and anything sharp
Even poisonous darts; it all plays a major of his game
Holy water ward him off, crucifixes won't do the trick
He's so sick, ridiculous; sawed the crazy part off his brain
He's insane, why's there bloodstains on his carpet, mane
There's some crazy shit going on in Shady's again

[Verse 4: Mr.
Okay, it's to the blocks, slinging yay like the old days
Superman on the beat, I my whole state
You legs to a house: you can't hold weight
Oh shit, it's Jackson! Okay
A little bit of twisted out with Obama in it
Mr. Porter with anthrax like Osama sent him
Bitch, I'm all that; I drive the crazy
They gotta look at Rorschachs to get they back
I ain't a fry, small ticker, small tack
I make 'em all cry with big dick and raw
The of science to return a raw rap
I'm the best, Eli Porter stance

5: Royce da 5'9"]
Y'all bitches call Nickle the Don Bishop
A poet, a mixer of Don Goines and John
Flow'll you rewinding it four or five times
landmine rhyme written with porcupine line
Step up in here with the
C.O.B. Gang approach you and bend ya gun barrel to a Horseshoe
fuck wit monsters, we the truth, monsters will pop up on ya
Like ya said Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice,
I even see the booth, I could fit Stevie's shoe
I'm sick, I got the Eagle flu
I'm rich, nigga, we don't need a cent, we Teflon
The doctor to take blood, the needle bent, ask mom
Outta my mind if you can
Using Magic's johnson a condom, I'm bonkers
Got the going, dude, it's tremendous
If I come for ya blood, I ain't gon' be using

6: Eminem]
Newsflash, I'm still trashed, them shoulda killed my ass
But they didn't, just made me stronger
It's like they rebuilt my ass, like the Six Million Man after the crash
It's Aftermath, And my milk glass is still half-empty
Yeah, tempt me! Hell enough
They to invent somewhere new to send me
As sick as I'm getting, they'll me in a conventional oven
With a rotisserie setting and won't even me sweating
Shit, I made a verse, said some foul shit
Tryna go back fix it, fucked and just made it worse
Yeah, I'm back, looking no for wear, got these haters
Mad enough to rip off their hair and punching the air
Panties so in a bunch that can't function
It's Shady and Royce, fuck yeah, what a dysfunctional
So stop acting like a punk, get a
Take a and fall the fuck out, spill ya lunch in the chair

7: Mr. Porter]
Look I'm sick, better get the Dimetapp
Who I gotta shoot just to prove I can rap?
ask where my shine is at
I say check the liner notes, I done all kinda crap
I am so of a star, bitch
That I can and piss on the red carpet
Look, my account's retarded
My debit got a helmet and a harness, hey
demands but they all are harmless
At shows, my always the largest
I four pounds of fried poultry carcass
And red chartered from Charlotte
Look, and if you try to act dumb and shit
I just yell at em like, I'm the
In fact you know the deal
If you wanna sick, we can all get ill
Look: measles, mumps, I you bitches
I need you chumps, y'all got cheese and I need my chunks
Hurry up, so I can go to rubber and get some more dunks

[Verse 8: da 5'9"]
Now if your attitude your latitude
house that we call hip hop, I'm in the attic, fool
A mic and two turntables, fit for the
Converted to a room, keep a street sweeper in fact
I call the mag a broom, you seeing beef, things
You musta had a bag of shrooms, I make a call
'em fake a fall, my clique is too sick, say goodbye
In the streets where the stakes is high like Ruth's
I'm from the city of shit
Where the mayor to jail for being a player right after Proof split
Levels the head of competitors that
I'm everyday til Hex Murda get his regular voice back
Ras, I got ya, look at ya, blast from ya
From a block ask Tricky, I'm that niggie
I'm mo hooder black dickies
I rap like committing in the booth taking the track with me
Patrón's in my chromosomes, in order to it alone
You have to ween me off that Bobbitt chopper'd
Knock a weenie off, put your between chalk
I'm squeezing the nine iron I'm swinging golf
I'm the best rapper alive, put something on it
Your plain as a cheeseburger with nothing on it

9: Eminem]
I'll do a hundred-yard dash just to Kim Kardash in the ass
With a shard of from Nick Hogan's car crash
You may like the passenger for that, don't be a smart ass
Yeah, laugh while sit there that the hard part passed
You ain't seen pain til flips, mayne
I'll cut ya fucking balls off homie, my off the chain
I chopped the bitch in half with it, sawed off her
And the top half of the torso crawled off and sang
I ain't seen shit like since I went to Mike Jack's
And took the Elephant Man's skull, fucked it, and put it right
Handed my dick to while he sucked it and licked my nutsack
Gave him a reach-around while I fucked him in his buttcrack
Nah, I ain't it back, faggot, fuck that
I give a fuck nothing so here's where you fucked up at
Don't go touching that can, man; you don't open up that
a min, ah, shit...Alchemist, cut that