Luyện nghe bài hát BET Backroom Freestyle

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

1: Vic Mensa]

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

Chain, your chest in
your

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

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

Breath in, kid, know your lines you overstep 'em
Hmm...I let you scheme on a scheme
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 pill spoon-crushed
Melt on your gums ice cream
I'm type O, anyone get it if you with it, wilt with the pipe dreams
They say the got the Internet tweakin'
You con, comicon commenters deleted
I see your weakness, achilles heel in feet its orthopedic
I'm bulimic I can't your image I make you eat it
Yack and feed it back, salty
UV me sunscreen, tone 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 really be a movie in the park
I'm psycho how I hitchcock the automatic
so you don't get the wrong message like a typo
I might not sign no unless they up a mill
And multiply it by a few,
Fuck all the 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 and kidnapped her out her high seat
Pass the baby to to change the diapy
While Jay-Z chase her on a Samsung Galaxy
Hi C, orange soda sippin' old Corolla
Treat your chick tonsil like a orphanage to my kids in
Raah raah a dungeon dragon
Son, change your little hustle 'cause your funds is
See, my pockets empty, my antsy don't try to tempt me
I set to Fort Knox to foreclose Daddy Warbucks for the war on drugs
If you hatin', you stab yourself in the
Split soul like a horcrux
I could board a flight just to change the overnight
You boys ain't known to bite
My niggas'll run in your crib, flood your basement, leave you leakin' a broken pipe
Poke wife on the table like salt, pork, and rice
I never swipe my card, everything paid for
Your petty funding your little label
I need the hotel, the flight, the car, the room
The check on the PJ in the jet with the fuel
Gas in the rental my bitch with the wheels turnin'
Spinnin' like Sprewell, if you it come and prove to me
is a message for anybody who listenin'
I'm Vic Mensa, pay your and pay attention