Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Freestyle)

The same thing that make you laugh, you gon' cry
Laugh now, cry later but your will come
And if you live by the gun, you die from one
Even the deer can run the jungle the lion come
If you make a living off the that niggas dying from
You gon' get guap until the cops with the sirens
Now you gotta on the nigga that you're buying from
Or sit in prison for wild for buying 'some
I speak the these other nigga got lying tongue
So if there's level to this shit, I'm on the one
I know you guys try climb the ladder
But if you sit in jail or you die, don't even
Cats will back stab you just to make their pockets
That's why pissing me off, I got a bad bladder
A rapper not a character that blabber a bunch of words that
But don't make sense of the time
And most of the lines that they is mostly designed
For dudes that's stupid not most of their minds
Most crimes that's is by a cat
That listen to a rapper spitting shit fictitious and try to mimic
Don't imitate a nigga that been a fake, he a
should put me in a Guinness, most punchlines, infinite
And if I a cat in a rap, that nigga finished
I got in it to give niggas the business, not for the
I'm highly recommended but this shit is not me
You wear tight clothes, but flows ain't tight to me
I know you trying, man, to a man as nice as me
But a man like "damn that would've been a sight to see"
No one can me, I'm cocky and got the right to be
Ey, they shoulda never a mic to me
You think BIG, Big Pun and Big L ghostwrite for me
And I could box, you do not want to pick a with me
I'm not in the best shape like I like to be
But I exercise every time I my pipe to pee
I know you would me see battle whoever
But that's like getting Mayweather to go and fight for
That's not happening, I would rather stop
I flipped crack now I spit crack, I stopped trapping
I get my money upfront than on the backend
My been crazy, I'm Slim Shady with black skin
I got the belt
The hardest battle I done been in is when I battled myself
I hold so don't make a giant battle with elf
For real, I'm tryna chill I battle for health, I'm ill
And I like nephew a homosexual
Even if your flow is sick, I you
I'm special, if you're plugged in I you
I'm not gon' let you get disrespectful, I'm 'dress you
I'm a mogul I don't care if I know you or met you
I suggest you don't come at me wrong or I'm gon' you
I hope you don't think security gon' protect you
Cause when goons come in the room the done been left you
I bet you when me and them cats them cats run, we ruthless
My gets stupid if cats act dumb
You a lame, you putting my in a rap, son
Is like a silencer on a cap gun
And why go and buy a chain I can snatch one
To get you jammed, niggas like ''damn, you get that from?''
I jack son Mahalia, I'm trying to tell ya I'll F you up
Don't let 'em set you up for a
I'm a hustler, but I don't touch drug
I just did a tour in Dubai and
The boy the best, I'm the greatest ever or less
I'm trying to figure out who the fuck I'mma slaugther next
I got my weight up, you better show some more
Before you get ate up like oral sex
My bars crack, trying to bring the bars back
But their bars wack, I'm like ''where the fuck is their bars
I'm tired of hearing all jewelry and car raps
The ''making it rain'' and out the bar'' raps
I got hype when I that Kendrick Lamar rapped
I'm in the booth thinking boots and a hard hat
I bring it back to life, these cats ain't right
These cats all rap alike, I heard a rap I like
I the mic, I'm a veteran, you a rookie
You a dickhead, but you a
A
Cass the type send you to the afterlife
Bring you back to life and kill you again with the I write
Yeah, I used to play the corner like a traffic
But I stopped white so I could live the rapper life
But a life ain't all it's cracked up to be
no rappers tough as me, that's why they don't fuck with me
They could this a diss when the song drop
Cause I'm better than your favorite rapper by a
You gon' have to bring the song when the song stop
And rewind all the punchlines that song got
I paint pictures, no
I'm not the king of New York, but the of New York know I'm hot
And no I'm not to be the king of Philly
But I've been holding my city, just ask Gilly - really
If any of you act silly, I'll be happy to compete
You see what to Meek
I'm not rapping, nigga, to get back in the
I'm just rapping to be competitive, I do niggas never did
Yeah, hip hop getting recorded
So if you a fan of hip hop you support it
Cause it's shortage of rappers rapping like supposed to rhyme
And you will never find a rapping rhymes as dope as mine
Yeah, I'm the dopest out, most focused nigga out
I spit out my mouth
And the streets need coca, it's a
The fans going through withdrawal, they need some bars
I got it jumping like Kross
When they was wearing all clothes backwards
I expose
Yeah, I'm in my hip hop bag
every cat that say they hip hop glad
Yeah, and my wife ''that shit hot, Cass''
And she got a K Michelle & Hip Hop ass
Yeah, every cat that's not hip hop
And I'm ill, fish scale out the ziplock bag
Nobody better, I do I wanna do
And since you're to come at me I'mma come at you
the fuck is the game coming to?
Kendrick couldn't on me on a song if he wanted to
Cause I spit shit, nigga, number two
And I'm coming through to it hot before the summer through