Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Freestyle)

Sure as the 70's number man, I can a curve underhand
But for the streets, not Jam
ain't for the fans that wanna hear pop and snap
Drunk' off Ciroc and the Yak, all y'all can watch the back
Safe from self proclaimed legends that nobody wanna hear
Scared? get a gun, come to peers? I got
Safe from bandwagon fans sit y'all in the same spot
Y'all the same niggas made Jame$ hot
This ain't to Kendrick Lamar, the nigga Kendrick got
I his shit and wasn't offended at all
And as it played I heard him say I wasn't with y'all
Joell started it, right I finish the job
So all that shit is revocable, from an
Only thing noticeable is how you barely me any quotables
I state facts, not to say it's wack but the playback
Outrhymin' ain't showin' me where ya' weight at
I'm on my shit today, you the of New York
You might as well had spit on Biggie's grave, couldn't let that away
I'm in the ?......ready to and spray
Light Jay ass up, that's my exhibit A
Bitch kill my vibe is what you get into
Drown him all in a swimmin' pool, of phlem and drool
You rentin' what's with all the fascination?
But when I ask you bout' it my cross examination
This is slimmin's to me, all these mc's
it's 'bout who's image I see
But if it's bars, not about bread, the with the wealth
Put you inside of the bullet, to see a shell of yourself
I mean uh, six been a testable
They action incredible, this is what the net'll do
Chick sendin' message to ain't get the sell
They ain't even and they get paid per diem
You talkin' bars, then this conversation changed
Fuck all the subliminals now say a name
Some of OG's I laugh at, y'all don't know me to half ass
To me just one Joey that's bad ass
of New York, my nigga stop it 5
Keep it funky Drake you twice
Tell me ?....lie
Run up on Meek with the silencer, nigga down
Then ride off with his intro
Cause I get hype to shit dog I ride to the shit
With nightmares, I wanna be in the with him, lettin' the mag off
Know he Philly so I'm leavin' him with black thoughts
You talkin' bars nigga better get
They put they guts all on the track, still they never get
Lot of lower tier rappers tryna rep for belt
Nigga it's levels to this, dog you it yourself
But it, when it comes to control, I might of lost a bit
Law abiding style I'm comin' for all of it
in your studio...engineer that recorded it
Yes men that supported it, any blog that it
Any he tour with, snuff whoever bought the shit
Whoever thought of it, his mentor taught him it
Interrupt a sneeze, hiccup, fart, even cough or lick
If I got it twisted you dumb enough to talk the
But the irony?, all inspire me
Y'all in a spot a lot of us to be,
You just my G, tip my hat so y'all know it's real
Fuck whoever mad, you just how we all suppose to feel
I know the game, some'll try and get
Push the envelope, some of us the stamp,
accessors wrote the letter, others sealed it shut,
Some was nice before the percs, before a mill got
Hip Hop, should blame on the mic these niggas hands on
Shades that they wear, the club they stand on
Which makes the credibility with ability
Raise the bar you on par with this level of agility
...? runnin' rebel artillery, augment at the 2
What sparrin' wanna do?
Get to argue a spartan, play it cool
I them alien voices, i'll knock the martian up outta dude
Seperate the beast the timid, it's hip hop
if your car is lease or rented, at least you in it
Foamin' at the lip, lookin' like the yeast in
Don't be fictitious of y'all been a feast from the beginning
This is for B.I.G., suicidal thoughts, Coogi
This for Nas, jacket with the uzi in it
Not no shiny suit shit, this 92 [?]
This for missin' 92 bricks
For State and Beans, to when the Lox first burst on the scene
For Queens, Pac, Edi Amean
This for the Mobb and the purple tape, word to Deck
This for the labels nah, Wu said protect ya' neck
This ain't a diss, I don't think it's fun y'all
And for Big L, the block that Joe found Pun on
This shit is for Stack, I ain't a G
Nigga I'm talkin' a G!!...my talkin' on me
This is for every rapper ever walked in these streets
And any outsider that happen to think a portion is sweet
Niggas killed for less and got a coffin' for free
If you ever been in the hood, then we all agree
This for every nigga that took you said in stride,
I couldn't abide, some of us still take pride, it
Limbs'll get crushed, hip adrenaline rush
Men'll get touched, so if you feminine
Project benches I trust, from syringes and dust
So who you named shouldn't be with us
But wait, at least of em', other half rapped around
Doin' things to? Gather rapper 'round
See what when niggas try to go toe to toe
This what happen when you let a blood bath
Used to do lines, half em' didn't wanna go for blow
I could overdose and drag you niggas comatose
is lightweight, put the bucks up
If we talkin' bars half of y'all should the fuck up
is lightweight, put the bucks up
If we talkin' bars half of y'all should shut the up