Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Freestyle)

The same thing that you laugh, you gon' cry from
Laugh now, cry but your time will come
And if you by the gun, you could die from one
the deer can run the jungle till the lion come
If you make a living off the shit that niggas dying
You get guap until the cops with the sirens come
Now you gotta tell on the nigga that buying from
Or sit in for wild time for buying 'some
I speak the truth these nigga got lying tongue
So if there's level to this shit, I'm on the one
I know you guys gon' try climb the
But if you sit in jail or you die, don't even
Cats will stab you just to make their pockets fatter
why they're pissing me off, I got a bad bladder
A rapper not a character that blabber a bunch of words that
But don't make most of the time
And most of the that they rhyme is mostly designed
For dudes that's stupid not using most of minds
Most crimes committed is by a cat
That listen to a rapper spitting shit that's and try to mimic
imitate 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 you trying, man, to find a man as nice as me
But a blind man "damn that would've been a sight to see"
No one can me, I'm cocky and got the right to be
Ey, shoulda never gave a mic to me
You would BIG, Big Pun and Big L ghostwrite for me
And I box, you do not want to pick a fight with me
I'm not in the shape like I would like to be
But I every time I lift my pipe to pee
I you would like me see battle whoever
But that's like getting Mayweather to go and fight for
That's not happening, I rather stop rapping
I flipped crack now I spit crack, I stopped trapping
I rather get my money upfront on the backend
My bars been crazy, I'm Slim 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 feel like 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 gon' you
I'm a mogul I care 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 think that security gon' you
Cause when them goons come in the the done been left you
I bet you when me and them cats come them run, we ruthless
My niggas stupid if cats 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, like ''damn, where'd you get that from?''
I son like 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 did a tour 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 next
I got my weight up, you better show some more
Before you pussies get ate up oral sex
My crack, niggas trying to bring the bars back
But their bars wack, I'm like ''where the fuck is their at?''
I'm tired of hearing all them and car raps
The ''making it rain'' and ''buying out the raps
I got hype when I heard that Kendrick Lamar
I'm in the booth thinking boots and a hard hat
I bring it back to life, these cats ain't acting
These all rap alike, I never 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 that'll 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 rapper life ain't all it's up to be
Ain't no rappers as me, that's why they don't fuck with me
They could label this a diss the song drop
Cause I'm better than favorite rapper by a longshot
You gon' have to bring the song back when the stop
And all the punchlines that this song got
I pictures, no Photoshop
I'm not the of New York, but the king of New York know I'm hot
And no I'm not to be the king of Philly
But I've been holding down my city, 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, this hip hop getting
So if you a fan of hip hop you gotta it
Cause it's shortage of rappers like they supposed to rhyme
And you will find a rapper rapping rhymes as dope as mine
Yeah, I'm the dopest nigga out, focused nigga out
I coca out my mouth
And the streets need coca, it's a
The fans going through withdrawal, they some sick bars
I got it like Kriss Kross
When they was wearing all clothes backwards
I rappers
Yeah, I'm in my hip hop bag
Making every cat that say they hip hop
Yeah, and my like ''that shit hot, Cass''
And she got a K Michelle & Hip Hop ass
Yeah, every cat not hip hop trash
And I'm ill, fish scale right out the bag
better, I do whatever 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 shine on me on a if he wanted to
I spit that shit, nigga, number two
And I'm coming through to make it hot before the through