Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Freestyle)

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Tell and TDE they need to lay off the PCP
Far from the king, this is the of BDP
You'll never be a real west coast artist like E
You a joke, we laugh at you like he he he
Y'all stick dildoes in each other like Stevie G
I mean Stevie J on that sex with Eve
Sean, Big Sean, let me see ID
Before you rap why you say B.I.G.?
You Biggie, you can D-I-E
Every time I hear you you're getting like your E-Y-E
when we was slaves they used to cut off our balls
Then stuffed 'em in our mouths, kept us away the girls
day slavery, now they put us in jail
A bunch of men in cells away the females
This wasn't just because the color of skin
This was done they never wanted us to be men
Kendrick, Kanye, Drake, they all act
Wear a lot of you usually see women in
So the mainstream finds it interesting
Push 'em up to the forefront, positioning
You never made it cause you lyrics in
Singing like a lady, you get away murder, you George Zimmerman
What I'm stating is facts,
You only blew up you contributed to the feminization of the black man
on you, time to get rid of these crap rappers
Wolfpack on back, you really a backpacker
Kendrick - where's your last name rap bastard?
You got two names, your mama was ass backwards
Always make gun in your songs like ''dew dew dew''
Sounds like a gun out of Star R2D2
You gassed up, you you could just creep upon
The MTV that TI was freaking on
You tried to hug her, she pushed off ''keep your arm''
I've seen that footage when you got by Nia Long
Good kid, mad - you know nothing about the trap
On your cover you sat on another man's lap
looked like the Supreme's, you was Diana Ross
Only in the flip with no shirt - damn it boss
But when they molest you did you have your off?
Baby bottle right on the table, that right there was yours
A Muslim who eat pork, that's not
Bust chopper's head off and put it to the east
of New York, why you ain't say you the king of LA?
You from Compton, scared to death from them
Real Bloods, real Crips -
Mafia, what about them boys from Queens?
They gon' bust and pull it hard right on Boulevard
Staten Island a homo, get thrown off the Verrazano
Bronx lay your pussy down, do more than just Boogie
Harlem they flossin', dawg, get their Bumpy Johnsonn off
You know about Brooklyn, they gon' my G
And they only let you live you came with me
Jay Z co-signed you, you was given the
Now you think you Big Meech, you must listen to
you slipping in the city, no permission to floss
Kiss your jewelry goodbye, put your lips on cross
I represent the lowlives, do the for New York
That's why the little man on my sit on the horse
This rap shit gon' be the death of me, I'm driven force
I'd rather die with a victory than live a loss
That little bitch you fucking told me, why she missing your
She said your dick is so little you piss on your balls
Man, your shit sound bougy, I'm loading in the Uzi
No fingerprints, I'll wipe 'em down like Boosie
He think all good cause Biggie made Juicy
But he should listen to ''Who Shot Ya?'', we toolies
Even back we had hammers under them Coogis
Goonies in front of the corner stores them loosies
Strip you to your socks, I bet you we got a
My bullets hit em' in his cooty come out his booty
'Bout to make a on roolie, we keep it Gucci
Bullets in the chamber like Matheson Judy