Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Freestyle)

The same thing that you laugh, you gon' cry from
Laugh now, cry later but time will come
And if you live by the gun, you die from one
Even the deer can run the jungle till the lion
If you make a living off the that niggas dying from
You get guap until the cops with the sirens come
Now you gotta tell on the nigga that buying from
Or sit in prison for wild time for buying
I speak the truth these other nigga got lying
So if there's to this shit, I'm on the highest one
I know you gon' try climb the ladder
But if you sit in jail or you die, even matter
Cats back stab you just to make their pockets fatter
That's why pissing me off, I got a bad bladder
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
Most that's committed 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 put me in a Guinness, most punchlines, infinite
And if I diss a cat in a rap, nigga finished
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 you're flows tight to me
I you trying, man, to find 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 and got the right to be
Ey, they never gave a mic to me
You think 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 best shape like I like to be
But I exercise time I lift my pipe to pee
I know you would like me see whoever
But that's getting Mayweather to go and fight for free
That's not happening, I would stop rapping
I flipped crack now I spit crack, I ain't stopped
I rather get my upfront than on the backend
My bars crazy, I'm Slim Shady with black skin
I got the belt
The battle I done ever been in is when I battled myself
I hold weight so don't 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 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 I don't care if I know you or never met you
I you don't come at me wrong or I'm gon' correct you
I you don't think that security gon' protect you
when them goons come in the room the done been left you
I bet you when me and cats come them cats run, we ruthless
My gets stupid if cats act dumb
You a lame, you my name 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 drug paraphernalia
I just did a tour in Dubai and
The boy the best, I'm the greatest ever or less
I'm just trying to figure out who the fuck slaugther next
I got my weight up, you better show some more
Before you get ate up like oral sex
My bars crack, niggas trying to bring the bars
But their bars wack, I'm like ''where the fuck is their at?''
I'm tired of hearing all them jewelry and car
The ''making it rain'' and ''buying out the raps
I got hype I heard that Kendrick Lamar rapped
I'm in the booth thinking boots and a hard hat
I bring it back to life, these cats 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 send you to the
Bring you back to and kill you again with the raps I write
Yeah, I used to play the corner a traffic light
But I trapping white so I could live the rapper life
But a life 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 when the song drop
Cause I'm better your favorite rapper by a longshot
You gon' have to bring the song when the song stop
And rewind all the punchlines that this 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 holding my city, just ask Gilly - really
If any of you niggas act silly, be happy to compete
You see what to Meek
I'm not rapping, nigga, to get in the beef
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 support it
Cause it's shortage of rappers rapping like they to rhyme
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 need coca, it's a drought
The fans going through withdrawal, they need sick bars
I got it jumping Kriss Kross
When they was all their clothes backwards
I rappers
Yeah, I'm in my hip hop bag
every cat that say they hip hop glad
Yeah, and my like ''that shit hot, Cass''
And she got a K Love & Hip Hop ass
Yeah, every cat that's not hip hop
And I'm ill, fish scale out the ziplock bag
Nobody better, I do I wanna do
And you're scared to come at me I'mma come at you
the fuck is the game coming to?
Kendrick shine on me on a song if he wanted to
Cause I spit that shit, nigga, two
And I'm coming to make it hot before the summer through