Luyện nghe bài hát Zeze (Freestyle)

Ahh,
Joyner!

Yo, nigga's saying, "What a battle"
But you about to see a fucking rattle
Boy, you just a pony a pink saddle
I'm truly sorry you stuck inside of Drake's shadow
When are you overcome? (Huh)
When are you gon' up?
When are you gon' grow foot? (Huh)
When are you gon' us that you number one? (When)
And everything that you accomplished in some years about to take me a couple months
Don't you I'm bluffing neither
I thought you were tougher, (Damn)
How you almost signed to Justin
You like a fuckin' beaver (Haha)
Ten years in the but yo' ass still sittin' on the fucking bleachers
Boy, you just another diva (Just diva)
Heard yo' grandmama kicked you out the screaming
"Tory, we don't need you"
Why yo' daddy up and leave (Why)
I guess this is how they treat you
And you my puppet, you my Skeeter
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 but I kill Satan for it
If you attention Tory you gon' have to pay me for it
All these hoes love me but you sucker niggas me for it
You roll up on me, a shot at ya Mercedes door
The bullets fly, you recline a La-Z-Boy
All you do is cry, you a child, you my boy
You call yourself after The Notorious Big (Yeah)
Biggie turning in his grave when he hear yo'
Don't ever think that you ever come compare yo' shit
Little girls and kids only who feel yo' shit
I skipped the on my way to a Grammy
All your soft and sweet, niggas think that you candy
Your niggas really convinced you you think you can scare me
And you got identity issues, think you a tranny, really? (Damn)
tell us why you always gotta lie in your rhymes (Why)
I know keeping up with lies can get tiring
You not a G and deep down you wanna sometimes
Staring at the sunshine and start crying
real name is Daystar, you been dying to shine
And when you sing you sound like you dying sometimes
You make the of tracks that had me feelin' silent inside
take you serious, put all the violence aside
Okay, let's talk about your that you hate to mention (Yeah)
Or talk the hate you giving to the greats you dissing
(Let's about it)
And that who wrote yo' shit still ain't get paid on that "Don't Die" record
You probably go pay the nigga (Yeah, man)
And how the fuck you about Kendrick when he a legend (Huh)
Then go bite the nigga on your record right at the ending
On 4AM 2 minutes and 50 seconds
Sound exactly like the Art of Peer Pressure, go take a
You inspired by the niggas you dropped
fire in the rain, no umbrella to shelter you and no rain drops
When I you on Flex, I gave props
But we found out you stole Don Q shit from the train stop
You thought you were fly the plane drop
Ugly motherfucker tryna stunt in a top
It's no wonder why they to feed yo' ass with a slingshot
You my son, the last time I'll give you a Ring Pop
Sit down, you on
And don't get up you see me
And don't even about touching that TV
No more video games, no more phone, no 3D
No more radio or boombox for weak ass CD
Matter of fact, give me your chains back and I bought you
You a disgrace to this and everything I taught you
I hate to say it son but you me sick
I should'a you weren't shit when you came out with a baby dick
no wonder why you pay for pussy
Tory you you slick
All you do is around the house all day like a lazy prick
Shit, highly disappointed in you son, I some answers
How come you couldn't follow in my steps and be a
Or maybe write a book me or be somebody's grandpa
Instead you wanna be a fucking rapper with hair plugs
No more rapping, me your pen and paper
No more lying to the people on how you the biggest
Now up and get your juicy out the refrigerator
You to bed at eight o'clock and not a minute later
No, I don't hear it
No, let this be a
Close your mouth and go into your room I suggested
I'm a get real Joe in a second
of fact, give me your toys, I'm adding that to the collection
I just did a show and got it lit ya nigga
And my freestyles killing your originals
Couldn't a bitch I couldn't get ya little nigga
You a rebound, even Scottie know nigga
You from Toronto, put that on the Bible
I put six hollows in your
Nigga, you from Brampton, go spin the
Bitch I'm New England, me and Brady in the El Dorado
Now come get on my level, I'm as metal
I the ghetto, I brought the shovel
I bury all of you ninja turtles
You Donatello, you soft as
You be gone off that Amaretto
It's hard to tell 'cause you soft as
You midget, I call you Elmo
I throw you out a fucking car
I step all over your Margielas, you caught
Yo' spinning, my bars illing
I'm Bob Dylan, I'm John Lennon, I'm
Your bars no off limits
Don't business, don't talk, listen
I'm off this so you fuck you fuck! Nigga

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