Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Freestyle)

The same thing make you laugh, you gon' 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 come
If you make a off the shit that niggas dying from
You get guap until the cops with the sirens come
Now you tell on the nigga that you're buying from
Or sit in prison for wild time for 'some
I speak the these other nigga got lying tongue
So if there's level to this shit, I'm on the one
I you guys gon' try climb the ladder
But if you sit in jail or you die, even matter
Cats will back stab you just to make their fatter
That's why they're pissing me off, I got a bad
A not a character that blabber a bunch of words that rhyme
But don't make sense of the time
And most of the lines that rhyme is mostly designed
For dudes that's stupid not using most of their
Most crimes 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, that nigga
I got in it to give the business, not for the business
I'm highly but this shit 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 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, shoulda never gave a mic to me
You would BIG, Big Pun and Big L ghostwrite for me
And I could box, you do not want to pick a 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 know you like me see battle whoever
But that's like getting Mayweather to go and fight for
That's not happening, I would rather rapping
I flipped now I spit crack, I ain't stopped trapping
I rather get my money than on the backend
My bars been crazy, I'm Slim Shady with skin
I got the belt
The hardest battle I 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 gon' you
I hope you don't that security gon' protect you
Cause when goons come in the room 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 like ''damn, you get that from?''
I jack son 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 touch drug paraphernalia
I just did a in Dubai and Australia
The boy the best, I'm the greatest more or less
I'm just trying to figure out who the I'mma slaugther next
I got my weight up, you better some more respect
you pussies get ate up like oral sex
My bars crack, trying to bring the bars back
But their bars wack, I'm like the fuck is their bars at?''
I'm of hearing all them jewelry and car raps
The ''making it rain'' and ''buying out the bar''
I got hype when I heard that Kendrick Lamar
I'm in the booth thinking boots and a hard hat
I it back to life, these cats ain't acting right
These all rap alike, I never 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 you to the afterlife
Bring you back to life and kill you again with the I write
Yeah, I used to the corner like a traffic light
But I stopped trapping white so I could live the rapper
But a rapper ain't all it's cracked up to be
Ain't no rappers tough as me, that's why they don't fuck me
They could label this a diss the song drop
Cause I'm than your favorite rapper by a longshot
You gon' to bring the song back when the song stop
And rewind all the 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 trying to be the king of
But I've been down my city, just ask Gilly - really
If any of you niggas act silly, I'll be happy to
You see what to Meek
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 never find a rapper rapping rhymes as dope as mine
Yeah, I'm the dopest out, most focused nigga out
I spit coca out my
And the need coca, it's a drought
The fans going through withdrawal, they need sick bars
I got it jumping like Kross
When they was wearing all 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 hot, Cass''
And she got a K Love & Hip Hop ass
Yeah, every cat not hip hop trash
And I'm ill, fish right out the ziplock bag
better, I do whatever I wanna do
And you're scared to come at me I'mma come at you
the fuck is the game coming to?
Kendrick couldn't shine on me on a song if he to
Cause I that shit, nigga, number two
And I'm coming through to make it hot before the through