Luyện nghe bài hát BET Backroom Freestyle

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

1: Vic Mensa]

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

Chain, tuck chest in
your

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

Vein, than a blood infection
contracting me would have to be dumb high
Blow the blessing permanently in the section
Hold

Breath in, kid, know lines 'fore you overstep 'em
Hmm...I let you on a rhyme scheme
Wet your 'sace shirt, get your blood-stains
Pokin' the industry without a Jimmy
I'm going raw, you could feel it a pill thats spoon-crushed
Melt on your like ice cream
I'm type O, anyone could get it if you with it, wilt the pipe dreams
They say the INNANET got the Internet
You twit con, commenters deleted
I see your weakness, heel in your feet its orthopedic
I'm bulimic I can't stomach image I make you eat it
Yack and it back, salty season
UV me need sunscreen, hardly even
Obviously it's a problem if you if I'm the answer, run and play
Dog I'm in the field like a dance
The son of Sampson, dread fooly in the dark
Catch a clip, it could be a movie in the park
I'm psycho how I hitchcock the rifle
so you don't get the wrong message like a typo
I might not sign no deal unless they up a
And it by a few, forreal
Fuck all the glamors and glitz, I to get rich
I'm Chicago, but never been a fan of your platinum hits
I could care less than a high school lunch lady with her net
Teared up puttin' pubes in pear cup
Yo, the young blood bleed bluer Ivy
If Lil Wayne came and her out her high seat
Pass the baby to Baby to the diapy
While Jay-Z chase her down on a Samsung
Hi C, orange soda sippin' old Corolla
Treat your chick tonsil like a to hold my kids in
Raah raah a dungeon dragon
Son, change little hustle 'cause your funds is lackin'
See, my pockets empty, my nerves antsy don't try to 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 board a flight just to change the seasons overnight
You boys bark ain't to bite
My niggas'll run in your crib, flood your basement, you leakin' like a broken pipe
your wife on the table like salt, pork, and rice
I never swipe my Chase card, everything for
Your petty funding your little label
I need the hotel, the flight, the car, the service
The check on the PJ in the jet with the fuel
Gas in the rental with my with the wheels turnin'
Spinnin' like Sprewell, if you want it and prove to me
This is a message for who listenin'
I'm Vic Mensa, pay toll and pay attention