Luyện nghe bài hát BET Backroom Freestyle

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

[Verse 1: Vic

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

Chain, tuck chest in
your

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

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

Breath in, kid, know your lines 'fore you 'em
Hmm...I let you on a rhyme scheme
Wet your 'sace shirt, get your blood-stains
Pokin' the industry without a Iovine
I'm going raw, you could feel it like a thats spoon-crushed
on your 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 con, comicon commenters deleted
I see your weakness, heel in your feet its orthopedic
I'm bulimic I can't your image I make you eat it
and feed it back, salty season
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 field like a dance
The son of Sampson, dread head in the dark
Catch a clip, it could be a movie in the park
I'm how I hitchcock the automatic rifle
Just so you get the wrong message like a typo
I might not sign no deal unless they up a
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 your platinum
I could care than a high school lunch lady with her hair net
Teared up puttin' pubes in pear cup
Yo, the young blood bleed than Ivy
If Lil Wayne came and her out her high seat
the baby to Baby to change the diapy
While Jay-Z chase her on a Samsung Galaxy
Hi C, orange soda old Corolla whippin'
Treat chick tonsil like a orphanage to hold my kids in
Raah raah like a dragon
Son, change your 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 foreclose Daddy for the war on drugs
If you hatin', you stab in the foot
Split soul like a horcrux
I could a flight just to change the seasons overnight
You boys bark ain't to bite
My niggas'll run in your crib, flood basement, leave you leakin' like a broken pipe
Poke your wife on the table like salt, pork, and
I never swipe my card, everything paid for
Your petty funding from your little
I the hotel, the flight, the car, the room service
The check on the PJ in the jet with the burnin'
Gas in the rental my bitch with the wheels turnin'
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