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 one to compare me to
Before you side by side in that collision
the impact like a flat-bed to a caribou
My dear, roadkill
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, your

Chain, tuck chest in
your

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

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

Breath in, kid, your lines 'fore you overstep 'em
Hmm...I let you scheme on a scheme
Wet your 'sace shirt, get your blood-stains
Pokin' the without a Jimmy Iovine
I'm going raw, you could feel it a pill thats spoon-crushed
Melt on gums 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 con, comicon commenters deleted
I see your weakness, achilles heel in your feet its
I'm bulimic I stomach your image I make you eat it
Yack and feed it back, salty
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 field like a dance
The son of Sampson, dread fooly in the dark
Catch a clip, it really 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 they up a mill
And it by a few, forreal
Fuck all the glamors and glitz, I to get rich
I'm from Chicago, but been a fan of your platinum hits
I could care less than a high school lunch with her hair net
Teared up pubes in your pear cup
Yo, the young blood bluer than Ivy
If Lil Wayne came and her out her high seat
Pass the baby to Baby to change the
While Jay-Z chase her down on a Galaxy
Hi C, orange soda old Corolla whippin'
your chick tonsil like a orphanage to hold my kids in
Raah raah like a dungeon
Son, change your little 'cause your funds is lackin'
See, my pockets empty, my nerves antsy try to tempt me
I set fire to Fort Knox to foreclose Daddy Warbucks for the war on
If you hatin', you stab yourself in the
Split your like a horcrux
I could board a flight to change the seasons overnight
You boys bark ain't known to
My niggas'll run in your crib, flood basement, leave you leakin' like a broken pipe
your wife on the table like salt, pork, and rice
I never swipe my Chase card, 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 rental with my bitch the wheels turnin'
Spinnin' like Sprewell, if you want it and prove to me
This is a for anybody who listenin'
I'm Vic Mensa, pay toll and pay attention