Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Freestyle)

The same thing that make you laugh, you cry from
now, cry later but your time will come
And if you by the gun, you could die from one
Even the deer can run the jungle till the lion
If you make a living off the shit that dying from
You gon' get until the cops with the sirens come
Now you gotta tell on the nigga that buying from
Or sit in prison for wild time for 'some
I speak the truth these other nigga got tongue
So if level to this shit, I'm on the highest one
I know you guys try climb the ladder
But if you sit in or you die, don't even matter
Cats will stab you just to make their pockets fatter
That's why they're pissing me off, I got a bad
A rapper not a character that blabber a bunch of words that
But make sense most of the time
And most of the lines that they rhyme is mostly
For dudes that's stupid not using most of minds
Most that's committed is by a cat
That listen to a rapper spitting shit fictitious and try to mimic
Don't imitate a nigga that a fake, he a gimmick
They should put me in a Guinness, punchlines, infinite
And if I diss a cat in a rap, nigga 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 tight clothes, but you're ain't tight to me
I know you trying, man, to find a man as as me
But a blind man like "damn 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 would think BIG, Big Pun and Big L for me
And I could box, you do not want to pick a with me
I'm not in the best like I would like to be
But I exercise 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 rather stop rapping
I flipped now I spit crack, I ain't stopped trapping
I rather get my money upfront on the backend
My bars crazy, I'm Slim Shady with black skin
I got the battling
The battle I done ever been in is when I battled myself
I hold weight so make a giant battle with elf
For real, I'm tryna chill I gotta for health, I'm ill
And I like nephew a homosexual
if your flow is sick, I disinfect you
I'm special, if you're plugged in I you
I'm not let you get disrespectful, I'm gon' 'dress you
I'm a mogul I don't if I know you or never met you
I suggest you don't come at me wrong or I'm correct you
I hope you don't that security gon' protect you
Cause them goons come in the room the done been left you
I bet you when me and cats come them cats run, we ruthless
My niggas gets stupid if act dumb
You a lame, you putting my in a rap, son
Is like putting a on a cap gun
And why go and buy a chain when I can one
To get you jammed, niggas like ''damn, where'd you get from?''
I jack son like Mahalia, I'm to tell ya I'll F you up
let 'em set you up for a failure
I'm a hustler, but I don't touch paraphernalia
I just did a tour in Dubai and
The boy the best, I'm the greatest ever more or
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 pussies get ate up like sex
My bars crack, niggas to bring the bars back
But their bars wack, I'm like ''where the fuck is their at?''
I'm tired of hearing all jewelry and car raps
The ''making it and ''buying out the bar'' raps
I got hype when I heard that Kendrick Lamar
I'm in the booth thinking construction and a hard hat
I bring it back to life, these cats acting right
These cats all rap alike, I heard a rap I like
I snatch the mic, I'm a veteran, you a
You a dickhead, but you a
A
Cass the type that'll send you to the
Bring you back to life and kill you with the raps I write
Yeah, I used to play the like a traffic light
But I stopped trapping white so I could the rapper life
But a rapper life ain't all cracked up to be
Ain't no rappers tough as me, that's why they fuck with me
They label this a diss when the song drop
Cause I'm better than your favorite by a longshot
You gon' have to bring the song back the song stop
And all the punchlines that this song got
I paint pictures, no
I'm not the king of New York, but the king of New York I'm hot
And no I'm not to be the king of Philly
But I've been holding down my city, just ask - really
If any of you niggas act silly, I'll be to compete
You see happened to Meek
I'm not rapping, nigga, to get back in the
I'm just rapping to be competitive, I do shit never did
Yeah, this hip hop getting
So if you a fan of hip hop you gotta it
Cause it's shortage of rapping like they 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 need coca, it's a drought
The fans going through withdrawal, they need sick bars
I got it like Kriss Kross
When was wearing all their clothes backwards
I rappers
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 right out the 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 shine on me on a song if he wanted to
Cause I that shit, nigga, number two
And I'm coming through to make it hot before the summer