Luyện nghe bài hát Zeze (Freestyle)

Ahh,
Joyner!

Yo, nigga's saying, "What a battle"
But you about to see a fucking snake
Boy, you just a pony with a saddle
I'm sorry that you stuck inside of Drake's shadow
When are you gon' (Huh)
When are you gon' up?
When are you gon' grow foot? (Huh)
are you gon' show us that you number one? (When)
And everything that you accomplished in some years about to take me just a couple
Don't you think I'm bluffing
I you were tougher, eager (Damn)
How you signed to Justin Bieber?
You like a fuckin' beaver (Haha)
Ten in the game but yo' ass still sittin' on the fucking bleachers
Boy, you just another diva (Just diva)
Heard yo' grandmama kicked you out the house
"Tory, we don't fucking you"
Why yo' up and leave you? (Why)
I this is how they fucking treat you
And you my puppet, you my Cousin
This ain't what you wanted, been waiting for it
I'm Joyner Lucas, what the fuck you niggas me for
(What the fuck)
I pull up in a Demon but I kill for it
If you want attention Tory you gon' to pay me for it
All hoes love me but you sucker niggas hate me for it
You roll up on me, catch a shot at ya Mercedes
The fly, you recline like a La-Z-Boy
All you do is cry, you a child, you my boy
You call Tory after The Notorious Big (Yeah)
Biggie turning in his grave when he hear yo'
Don't think that you could ever come compare yo' shit
Little girls and only ones who feel yo' shit
I skipped the plaques on my way to a
All your soft and sweet, niggas think that you candy
Your really convinced you that you think you can scare me
And you got identity issues, niggas you a tranny, really? (Damn)
Tory tell us why you always gotta lie in rhymes (Why)
I know keeping up with lies can get tiring
You not a G and down you wanna hide sometimes
Staring at the sunshine and start sometimes
Your name is Daystar, you been dying to shine
And you sing you kinda sound like you dying sometimes
You make the type of that had me feelin' silent inside
Nobody take you serious, put all the aside
Okay, let's about your plagiarism that you hate to mention (Yeah)
Or talk about the you giving to the greats you dissing
(Let's talk it)
And that writer who wrote yo' shit still ain't get paid on "Don't Die" record
You should probably go pay the (Yeah, man)
And how the fuck you talk about when he a legend (Huh)
Then go the nigga style on your record right at the ending
On 4AM 2 minutes and 50 seconds
Sound exactly the Art of Peer Pressure, go take a listen
You inspired by the niggas you dropped
Catch fire in the rain, no umbrella to shelter you and no rain
When I you on Flex, I gave props
But then we found out you stole Don Q shit from the stop
You thought you were fly the plane drop
Ugly motherfucker tryna stunt in a top
It's no wonder why they used to feed yo' ass a slingshot
You my son, this the last I'll give you a Ring Pop
Sit down, you on
And don't get up you see me
And don't even think about that TV
No more video games, no phone, no more 3D
No radio or boombox for your weak ass CD
of fact, give me your chains back and everything I bought you
You a disgrace to family and everything I taught you
I to say it son but you make me sick
I knew you weren't shit when you came out with a baby dick
It's no wonder why you pay for
Tory you you slick
All you do is lounge around the house all day like a prick
Shit, disappointed in you son, I need some answers
How come you couldn't in my steps and be a dancer?
Or write a book like me or be somebody's grandpa
Instead you wanna be a fucking rapper with some hair
No more rapping, give me pen and paper
No more to the people on how you the biggest gangster
Now hurry up and get your out the refrigerator
You to bed at eight o'clock and not a minute later
No, I don't hear it
No, let be a lesson
your mouth and go into your room like I suggested
I'm a get Joe Jackson in a second
Matter of fact, give me toys, I'm adding that to the collection
I just did a show and got it lit ya nigga
And my killing your originals nigga
Couldn't name a bitch I get ya little nigga
You a rebound, even Scottie Pippen know
You ain't from Toronto, put that on the
I put six in your Ferragamo
Nigga, you from Brampton, go spin the
Bitch I'm from New England, me and in the El Dorado
Now get on my level, I'm hard as metal
I the ghetto, I brought the shovel
I bury all of you little ninja
You Donatello, you soft as
You be gone off that Amaretto
It's hard to 'cause you soft as pillows
You fucking midget, I call you
I throw you out a fucking car
I step all over your Margielas, you feelings
Yo' spinning, my bars illing
I'm Bob Dylan, I'm Lennon, I'm authentic
bars running no off limits
Don't talk business, talk, listen
I'm off so you fuck this you fuck! Nigga

What,
Fuck out my face
Ayy look
We gonna get one in,
Let's not, let's not do back and forth shit no more
I, I think we know up, you know
Ha ha ha,