Luyện nghe bài hát BET Backroom Freestyle

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

[Verse 1: Vic

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

Chain, your chest in
Sink

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

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

Breath in, kid, know your lines 'fore you 'em
Hmm...I let you scheme on a scheme
Wet your 'sace shirt, get your blood-stains
Pokin' the industry a Jimmy Iovine
I'm going raw, you could it like a pill thats spoon-crushed
Melt on your like ice cream
I'm O, anyone could get it if you with it, wilt with the pipe dreams
They say the INNANET got the tweakin'
You con, comicon commenters deleted
I see your weakness, heel in your feet its orthopedic
I'm bulimic I can't stomach your I make you eat it
Yack and it back, salty season
UV me need sunscreen, hardly even
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, dread head fooly in the
Catch a clip, it could really be a movie in the
I'm psycho how I hitchcock the rifle
Just so you don't get the wrong like a typo
I might not sign no deal unless 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 platinum hits
I could care less than a high school lunch lady with her net
up puttin' pubes in your pear cup
Yo, the young blood bleed bluer Ivy
If Lil Wayne came and kidnapped her out her seat
the baby to Baby to change the diapy
While Jay-Z chase her down on a Samsung
Hi C, orange soda old Corolla whippin'
Treat chick tonsil like a orphanage to hold my kids in
Raah raah like a dragon
Son, your little hustle 'cause your funds is lackin'
See, my pockets empty, my nerves antsy don't try to me
I set fire to Fort Knox to Daddy Warbucks for the war on drugs
If you hatin', you stab yourself in the
Split soul like a horcrux
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, leave you leakin' a broken pipe
Poke your wife on the like salt, pork, and rice
I never swipe my Chase card, everything for
Your funding from your little label
I need the hotel, the flight, the car, the service
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 come and to me
This is a message for anybody who
I'm Vic Mensa, pay your and pay attention