Luyện nghe bài hát BET Backroom Freestyle

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

1: Vic Mensa]

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

Chain, your chest in
Sink

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

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

Breath in, kid, know lines 'fore you overstep 'em
Hmm...I let you scheme on a scheme
Wet 'sace shirt, get your blood-stains dry-cleaned
Pokin' the industry without a Iovine
I'm going raw, you could feel it like a pill thats
on your gums like ice cream
I'm type O, could get it if you with it, wilt with the pipe dreams
They say the got the Internet tweakin'
You twit con, comicon deleted
I see your weakness, achilles heel in your feet its
I'm I can't stomach your image I make you eat it
Yack and feed it back, season
UV me need sunscreen, hardly even
Obviously a problem if you questioning if I'm the answer, run and play
Dog I'm in the field a summer dance
The son of Sampson, dread fooly in the dark
Catch a clip, it could really be a in the park
I'm psycho how I hitchcock the automatic
Just so you don't get the wrong message like a
I might not sign no deal unless they up a
And multiply it by a few,
all the glamors and glitz, I plan to get rich
I'm from Chicago, but been a fan of your platinum hits
I care less than a high school lunch lady with her hair net
Teared up puttin' in your pear cup
Yo, the young blood bleed bluer Ivy
If Lil Wayne came and kidnapped her out her high
Pass the baby to Baby to the diapy
Jay-Z chase her down on a Samsung Galaxy
Hi C, orange soda sippin' old Corolla
Treat your chick tonsil like a orphanage to hold my in
raah like a dungeon dragon
Son, change your little hustle 'cause funds is lackin'
See, my pockets empty, my nerves 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 in the foot
Split your soul a horcrux
I could board a flight just to the seasons overnight
You boys bark ain't known to
My niggas'll run in your crib, flood your basement, leave you leakin' a broken pipe
your wife on the table like salt, pork, and rice
I never my Chase card, everything paid for
petty funding from your little label
I the hotel, the flight, the car, the room service
The check on the PJ in the jet the fuel burnin'
Gas in the rental with my bitch with the wheels
like Sprewell, if you want it come and prove to me
This is a for anybody who listenin'
I'm Vic Mensa, pay toll and pay attention