Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Freestyle)

The same thing make you laugh, you gon' cry from
Laugh now, cry later but your time will
And if you live by the gun, you could die one
the deer can run the jungle till the lion come
If you make a off the shit that niggas dying from
You gon' get guap the cops with the sirens come
Now you gotta tell on the nigga you're buying from
Or sit in prison for wild for buying 'some
I speak the truth other nigga got lying tongue
So if there's level to shit, I'm on the highest one
I know you guys try climb the ladder
But if you sit in jail or you die, don't matter
Cats will stab you just to make their pockets fatter
That's why pissing me off, I got a bad bladder
A rapper not a character blabber a bunch of words that rhyme
But make sense most of the time
And most of the lines that rhyme is mostly designed
For dudes that's not using most of their minds
Most crimes that's is by a cat
That to a rapper spitting shit that's fictitious and try to mimic
Don't imitate a nigga that a fake, he a gimmick
They should put me in a Guinness, most punchlines,
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 recommended but this shit is not me
You wear tight clothes, but you're flows tight to me
I know you trying, man, to a man as nice as me
But a blind man like "damn would've been a sight to see"
No one can stop me, I'm cocky and got the to be
Ey, shoulda never gave a mic to me
You think 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 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 rather stop rapping
I flipped crack now I spit crack, I ain't trapping
I rather get my upfront than on the backend
My bars been crazy, I'm Slim Shady with black
I got the battling
The battle I done ever been in is when I battled myself
I hold weight so don't make a battle with elf
For real, I'm tryna chill I gotta for health, I'm ill
And I feel nephew a homosexual
Even if your is sick, I disinfect you
I'm special, if plugged in I disconnect you
I'm not gon' let you get disrespectful, I'm 'dress you
I'm a I don't care if I know you or never met you
I suggest you come at me wrong 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 stupid if cats act
You a lame, you putting my in a rap, son
Is putting a silencer on a cap gun
And why go and buy a when I can snatch one
To get you jammed, niggas ''damn, where'd you get that 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 did a tour in Dubai and Australia
The boy the best, I'm the greatest ever or less
I'm just trying to figure out who the I'mma slaugther next
I got my up, you better show some more respect
you pussies get ate up like oral sex
My crack, niggas trying to bring the bars back
But their bars wack, I'm like ''where the fuck is their bars
I'm tired of all them jewelry and car raps
The ''making it rain'' and ''buying out the bar''
I got hype when I heard that Kendrick rapped
I'm in the booth thinking construction boots and a hat
I bring it back to life, these cats ain't right
These cats all rap alike, I never a rap I like
I the mic, I'm a veteran, you a rookie
You a dickhead, but you a
A
Cass the that'll 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 light
But I stopped trapping white so I could live the rapper
But a rapper life ain't all cracked up to be
Ain't no tough as me, that's why they don't fuck with me
They could label this a when the song drop
Cause I'm better than your favorite rapper by a
You gon' have to 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 king of New York I'm hot
And no I'm not trying to be the of Philly
But I've been holding down my city, just ask Gilly -
If any of you niggas act silly, be happy to compete
You see what to Meek
I'm not rapping, nigga, to get back in the
I'm just to be competitive, I do shit niggas never did
Yeah, hip hop getting recorded
So if you a fan of hip hop you support it
Cause shortage of rappers rapping like they supposed to rhyme
And you will never a rapper rapping rhymes as dope as mine
Yeah, I'm the nigga out, most focused nigga out
I spit coca out my
And the streets need coca, a drought
The fans going through withdrawal, they need sick bars
I got it like Kriss Kross
When they was wearing all their clothes
I rappers
Yeah, I'm in my hip hop bag
Making every cat say they hip hop glad
Yeah, and my wife like shit hot, Cass''
And she got a K Love & Hip Hop ass
Yeah, cat that's not hip hop trash
And I'm ill, fish scale right out the bag
Nobody better, I do I wanna do
And since you're scared to come at me I'mma at you
What the fuck is the game to?
Kendrick couldn't shine on me on a song if he to
Cause I spit shit, nigga, number two
And I'm coming through to make it hot before the summer