Luyện nghe bài hát BET Backroom Freestyle

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

[Verse 1: Vic

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

Chain, tuck chest in
Sink

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

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

Breath in, kid, your lines 'fore you overstep 'em
Hmm...I let you scheme on a rhyme
Wet your 'sace shirt, get your dry-cleaned
Pokin' the industry a Jimmy Iovine
I'm raw, you could feel it like a pill thats spoon-crushed
Melt on gums like ice cream
I'm type O, could get it if you with it, wilt with the pipe dreams
say the INNANET got the Internet tweakin'
You twit con, comicon commenters
I see your weakness, heel in your feet its orthopedic
I'm bulimic I can't stomach image I make you eat it
Yack and it back, salty 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 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 message like a typo
I might not no deal unless they up a mill
And it by a few, forreal
Fuck all the glamors and glitz, I plan to get
I'm Chicago, but never been a fan of your platinum hits
I could care less than a high 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 Baby to the diapy
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 like a dungeon dragon
Son, change your little hustle 'cause your is lackin'
See, my pockets empty, my nerves don't try to tempt me
I set fire to Fort Knox to foreclose Warbucks for the war on drugs
If you hatin', you stab in the foot
Split your like a horcrux
I could board a flight just to change the seasons
You boys bark known to bite
My niggas'll run in your crib, your basement, leave you leakin' like a broken pipe
Poke wife on the table like salt, pork, and rice
I never swipe my Chase card, everything 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 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 who listenin'
I'm Vic Mensa, pay your toll and pay