Luyện nghe bài hát BET Backroom Freestyle

[Intro: Ponce]
Yo, I'm Ponce
You in the backroom with Vic
Rap City

[Verse 1: Vic

This is another one to me to
Before you side by side in that collision
the impact like a flat-bed to a caribou
My dear, roadkill
I'm cold-blooded, Mike Tyson hit me, I'm Holyfield, oh
Pee on your Q&A, fuck your questions, fuck
I don't help, fuck your

Chain, tuck your in
Sink

Bones in the ocean, choke, you under
G snatch strap, let you buyback your gun collection
it in your

Vein, deadlier than a infection
Contractually me would have to be dumb high
Blow the blessing in the smoking section
Hold

Breath in, kid, your lines 'fore you overstep 'em
Hmm...I let you scheme on a scheme
Wet 'sace shirt, get your blood-stains dry-cleaned
Pokin' the industry without a Iovine
I'm going raw, you feel it like a pill thats spoon-crushed
on your gums like ice cream
I'm type O, anyone could get it if you with it, with the pipe dreams
They say the INNANET got the Internet
You twit con, comicon deleted
I see your weakness, achilles in your feet its orthopedic
I'm I can't stomach your image I make you eat it
Yack and it back, salty season
UV me sunscreen, tone hardly even
Obviously a problem if you questioning if I'm the answer, run and play
Dog I'm in the field like a dance
The son of Sampson, dread head fooly in the
Catch a clip, it could really be a in the park
I'm psycho how I the automatic rifle
Just so you don't get the wrong message a typo
I not sign no deal unless they up a mill
And it by a few, forreal
Fuck all the glamors and glitz, I plan to get
I'm from Chicago, but been a fan of your platinum hits
I could care less than a high school lunch lady with her net
Teared up puttin' in your pear cup
Yo, the young blood bluer than Ivy
If Lil Wayne came and kidnapped her out her high
Pass the baby to Baby to the diapy
While Jay-Z chase her on a Samsung Galaxy
Hi C, orange soda sippin' old whippin'
your chick tonsil like a orphanage to hold my kids in
Raah like a dungeon dragon
Son, change your little 'cause your funds is lackin'
See, my empty, my nerves antsy don't try to tempt me
I set to Fort Knox to foreclose Daddy Warbucks for the war on drugs
If you hatin', you stab yourself in the
your soul like a horcrux
I could board a flight just to change the seasons
You bark ain't known to bite
My niggas'll run in your crib, flood your basement, leave you leakin' a broken pipe
Poke your wife on the table like salt, pork, and
I never swipe my Chase card, paid for
Your petty from your little label
I the hotel, the flight, the car, the room service
The on the PJ in the jet with the fuel burnin'
Gas in the rental my bitch with the wheels turnin'
Spinnin' like Sprewell, if you want it come and to me
This is a for anybody who listenin'
I'm Vic Mensa, pay toll and pay attention