Luyện nghe bài hát BET Backroom Freestyle

[Intro: Stefan
Yo, I'm Stefan
You in the backroom Vic Mensa
Haha Rap

1: Vic Mensa]

This is another one to me to
Before you side by in that head-on collision
Feel the 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 questions, fuck suggestions
I don't help, fuck your

Chain, your chest in
your

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

Vein, deadlier a blood infection
Contractually contracting me would have to be high
the blessing permanently in the smoking section
Hold

in, kid, know your lines 'fore you overstep 'em
Hmm...I let you scheme on a rhyme
Wet your 'sace shirt, get blood-stains dry-cleaned
Pokin' the industry without a Jimmy
I'm going raw, you could feel it a pill thats spoon-crushed
Melt on your gums like ice
I'm type O, anyone could get it if you with it, wilt the pipe dreams
They say the got the Internet tweakin'
You twit con, commenters deleted
I see your weakness, achilles in your feet its orthopedic
I'm bulimic I can't stomach your I make you eat it
Yack and feed it back, season
UV me need sunscreen, hardly even
Obviously it's a if you questioning if I'm the answer, run and play
Dog I'm in the field a summer dance
The son of Sampson, dread head in the dark
Catch a clip, it could really be a movie in the
I'm how I hitchcock the automatic rifle
Just so you don't get the message like a typo
I might not sign no deal they up a mill
And multiply it by a few,
all the glamors and glitz, I plan to get rich
I'm from Chicago, but never been a fan of your platinum
I could care less than a high school lady with her hair net
Teared up puttin' in your pear cup
Yo, the blood bleed bluer than Ivy
If Lil Wayne came and kidnapped her out her seat
Pass the baby to Baby to change the
Jay-Z chase her down on a Samsung Galaxy
Hi C, orange soda sippin' old Corolla
Treat chick tonsil like a orphanage to hold my kids in
Raah like a dungeon dragon
Son, change your little hustle 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 yourself in the foot
Split your soul like a
I could board a flight to change the seasons overnight
You bark ain't known to bite
My niggas'll run in your crib, flood your basement, you leakin' like 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 need the hotel, the flight, the car, the room
The check on the PJ in the jet the fuel burnin'
Gas in the rental with my bitch the wheels turnin'
like Sprewell, if you want it come and prove to me
This is a for anybody who listenin'
I'm Vic Mensa, pay your and pay attention