Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Freestyle)

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