Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Freestyle)

The thing that 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 lion
If you make a living off the shit niggas dying from
You gon' get guap until the 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 other nigga got tongue
So if there's to this shit, I'm on the highest one
I know you guys gon' try the ladder
But if you sit in jail or you die, don't even
Cats back stab you just to make their pockets fatter
That's why they're me off, I got a bad bladder
A rapper not a character that blabber a bunch of words that
But don't sense most of the time
And most of the that they rhyme is mostly designed
For dudes stupid not using most of their minds
crimes that's committed is by a cat
That listen to a rapper spitting that's fictitious and try to mimic
Don't a nigga that been 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 but this shit is not exciting me
You wear clothes, but you're 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 stop me, I'm cocky and got the 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 with me
I'm not in the best shape like I like to be
But I exercise every time I my pipe to pee
I know you would like me see battle
But that's getting Mayweather to go and fight for free
That's not happening, I would stop rapping
I flipped crack now I crack, I ain't stopped trapping
I rather get my upfront than on the backend
My bars been crazy, I'm Slim with black skin
I got the belt
The hardest battle I done 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 nephew a
Even if your is sick, I disinfect you
I'm special, if you're in I disconnect you
I'm not gon' let you get disrespectful, I'm gon' you
I'm a mogul I don't care if I know you or met you
I suggest you come at me wrong or I'm gon' correct you
I hope you think that security gon' protect you
Cause them goons come in the room 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 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, where'd you get that
I jack son like Mahalia, I'm trying to tell ya F you up
Don't let 'em set you up for a
I'm a hustler, but I don't touch drug
I just did a tour in and Australia
The boy the best, I'm the greatest more or less
I'm just 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 crack, niggas trying to bring the bars back
But their wack, I'm like ''where the fuck is their bars at?''
I'm tired of hearing all them and car raps
The it rain'' and ''buying out the bar'' raps
I got when I heard that Kendrick Lamar rapped
I'm in the booth thinking construction boots and a hat
I it back to life, these cats ain't 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 you to the afterlife
Bring you back to and kill you again with the raps I write
Yeah, I used to the corner like a traffic light
But I stopped trapping white so I could the rapper life
But a rapper life ain't all it's up to be
Ain't no rappers tough as me, why they don't fuck with me
They label this a diss when the song drop
I'm better than your favorite rapper by a longshot
You have to bring the song back when the song stop
And rewind all the that this song got
I paint pictures, no
I'm not the king of New York, but the of New York know I'm hot
And no I'm not trying to be the king of
But I've been holding down my city, just ask - really
If any of you niggas act silly, I'll be happy to
You see what happened to
I'm not rapping, nigga, to get in the beef
I'm rapping 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 it's shortage of rappers like they supposed to rhyme
And you will never find a 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 some bars
I got it jumping like Kriss
When they was wearing all clothes backwards
I rappers
Yeah, I'm in my hip hop bag
every cat that say they hip hop glad
Yeah, and my wife like ''that shit hot,
And she got a K Love & Hip Hop ass
Yeah, every cat not hip hop trash
And I'm ill, scale right out the ziplock bag
Nobody better, I do whatever I do
And you're scared to come at me I'mma come at you
What the fuck is the game to?
couldn't shine on me on a song if he wanted to
Cause I spit shit, nigga, number two
And I'm coming through to it hot before the summer through