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
the deer can run the jungle till the lion come
If you make a living off the shit that dying from
You gon' get guap until the with the sirens come
Now you gotta tell on the nigga that you're from
Or sit in prison for wild for buying 'some
I speak the truth these other nigga got lying
So if level to this shit, I'm on the highest one
I know you gon' try climb the ladder
But if you sit in or you die, don't even matter
Cats back 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 a bunch of words that rhyme
But don't make most of the time
And of the lines that they rhyme is mostly designed
For that's stupid not using most of their minds
crimes that's committed is by a cat
That to a rapper spitting shit that's fictitious and try to mimic
imitate a nigga that been a fake, he a gimmick
They should put me in a Guinness, most punchlines,
And if I a cat in a rap, that nigga finished
I got in it to niggas the business, not for the business
I'm highly recommended but this is not exciting 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 gave 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 fight me
I'm not in the best shape like I would to be
But I every time I lift 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 ain't stopped
I rather get my money than on the backend
My bars been crazy, I'm Slim Shady with black
I got the battling
The hardest battle I done been in is when I battled myself
I weight so don't make a giant battle with elf
For real, I'm chill I gotta battle for health, I'm ill
And I feel like nephew a
Even if flow is sick, I disinfect you
I'm special, if plugged in I disconnect you
I'm not gon' let you get disrespectful, I'm gon' you
I'm a I don't care if I know you or never met you
I suggest you don't come at me or I'm gon' 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 them cats run, we ruthless
My niggas gets 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 when I can snatch one
To get you jammed, niggas like ''damn, where'd you get from?''
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 touch drug paraphernalia
I just did a tour in Dubai and
The boy the best, I'm the greatest more or less
I'm just trying to figure out who the fuck slaugther next
I got my weight up, you better some more respect
you pussies get ate up like oral sex
My crack, niggas trying to bring the bars back
But bars wack, I'm like ''where the fuck is their bars at?''
I'm tired of all them jewelry and car raps
The ''making it rain'' and out the bar'' raps
I got hype when I heard that 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 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 the raps I write
Yeah, I used to play the corner like a traffic
But I trapping white so I could live the rapper life
But a rapper life ain't all it's up to be
Ain't no tough as me, that's why they don't fuck with me
They label this a diss when the song drop
Cause I'm better your favorite rapper by a longshot
You have to bring the song back 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 king of New know I'm hot
And no I'm not trying to be the king of
But I've holding down my city, just ask Gilly - 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 niggas 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 supposed to
And you will never find a rapper rapping rhymes as dope as
Yeah, I'm the dopest out, most focused nigga out
I spit out my mouth
And the streets need coca, a drought
The fans going through withdrawal, need some sick bars
I got it like Kriss Kross
they was wearing all their clothes backwards
I expose
Yeah, I'm in my hip hop bag
Making cat that say they hip hop glad
Yeah, and my wife like ''that shit hot,
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
better, I do whatever I wanna do
And you're scared to come at me I'mma come at you
What the fuck is the coming to?
Kendrick couldn't on me on a song if he wanted to
I spit that shit, nigga, number two
And I'm coming through to it hot before the summer through