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

Chain, your chest in
your

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

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

Breath in, kid, know your lines 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 like a thats spoon-crushed
Melt on your gums like ice
I'm O, anyone could get it if you with it, wilt with the pipe dreams
They say the INNANET got the Internet
You twit con, comicon deleted
I see your weakness, heel in your feet its orthopedic
I'm bulimic I can't stomach your image I you eat it
Yack and feed it back, season
UV me need sunscreen, tone hardly
Obviously it's a problem if you questioning if I'm the answer, run and
Dog I'm in the like a summer dance
The son of Sampson, head fooly in the dark
Catch a clip, it could be a movie in the park
I'm how I hitchcock the automatic rifle
Just so you don't get the wrong message a typo
I might not sign no deal unless they up a
And multiply it by a few,
Fuck all the glamors and glitz, I to get rich
I'm from Chicago, but never been a fan of your platinum
I could care less than a high lunch lady with her hair net
Teared up puttin' pubes in pear cup
Yo, the young bleed bluer than Ivy
If Lil Wayne came and kidnapped her out her seat
Pass the baby to to change the diapy
While chase her down on a Samsung Galaxy
Hi C, orange soda sippin' old Corolla
Treat your tonsil like a orphanage to hold my kids in
Raah raah like a dragon
Son, change your little hustle 'cause your funds is
See, my pockets empty, my nerves antsy 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 board a flight just to change the seasons overnight
You boys bark known to bite
My niggas'll run in crib, flood your basement, leave you leakin' like a broken pipe
Poke your on the table like salt, pork, and rice
I never my Chase card, everything 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 with my bitch with 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