Luyện nghe bài hát BET Backroom Freestyle

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

[Verse 1: Vic

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

Chain, tuck your in
your

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

Vein, deadlier than a blood
contracting me would have to be dumb high
Blow the permanently in the smoking section
your

Breath in, kid, your lines 'fore you overstep 'em
Hmm...I let you on a rhyme scheme
Wet your 'sace shirt, get your blood-stains
Pokin' the industry a Jimmy Iovine
I'm going raw, you could feel it a pill thats spoon-crushed
Melt on your gums like ice
I'm type O, could get it if you with it, wilt with the pipe dreams
They say the INNANET got the Internet
You twit con, comicon commenters
I see weakness, achilles heel in your feet its orthopedic
I'm bulimic I stomach your image I make you eat it
Yack and feed it back, season
UV me need sunscreen, tone even
it's 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 be a movie in the park
I'm psycho how I hitchcock the rifle
Just so you don't get the wrong like a typo
I might not no deal unless they up a mill
And it by a few, forreal
Fuck all the and glitz, I plan to get rich
I'm Chicago, but never been a fan of your platinum hits
I could care less than a school lunch lady with her hair net
Teared up puttin' pubes in your cup
Yo, the young blood bleed than Ivy
If Lil Wayne came and kidnapped her out her seat
Pass the baby to to change the diapy
While Jay-Z chase her down on a Samsung
Hi C, soda sippin' old Corolla whippin'
your chick tonsil like a orphanage to hold my kids in
Raah raah like a dragon
Son, change your little hustle your funds is lackin'
See, my pockets empty, my antsy don't try to tempt me
I set fire to Fort Knox to Daddy Warbucks for the war on drugs
If you hatin', you stab in the foot
Split your like a horcrux
I could board a 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
Poke your on the table like salt, pork, and rice
I never swipe my Chase card, paid for
Your petty funding your little label
I need the hotel, the flight, the car, the room
The on the PJ in the jet with the fuel burnin'
Gas in the rental with my bitch with the wheels
Spinnin' like Sprewell, if you want it and prove to me
is a message for anybody who listenin'
I'm Vic Mensa, pay your and pay attention