Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Freestyle)

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Tell Kendrick and TDE they to lay off the PCP
Far from the king, is the city of BDP
You'll be a real west coast artist like Eazy E
You a fucking joke, we laugh at you he he he
Y'all probably stick dildoes in each 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 ain't Biggie, you can
Every time I hear you getting cornier like your E-Y-E
Back when we was slaves used to cut off our balls
stuffed 'em in our mouths, kept us away from the girls
Modern day slavery, now put us in jail
A bunch of men in cells from the females
This wasn't done just the color of skin
This was done cause they never us to be men
Kendrick, Kanye, Drake, all act feminine
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 you bringing lyrics in
Singing like a lady, you get away murder, you George Zimmerman
What I'm is facts, grams
You only blew up cause you contributed to the of the black man
Woves on you, to get rid of these crap rappers
on your back, you really a backpacker
Kendrick Lamar - where's your last rap bastard?
You got two first names, your was ass backwards
make gun sounds in your songs like ''dew dew dew''
Sounds a gun out of Star Wars: R2D2
You gassed up, you thought you could just upon
The MTV interview that TI was on
You tried to hug her, she pushed off like ''keep arm''
I've seen that footage when you got by Nia Long
Good kid, mad city - you nothing about the trap
On album cover you sat on another man's lap
looked like the Supreme's, you was Diana Ross
Only person in the flip with no shirt - it boss
But when they you did you have your pamper off?
Baby bottle there on the table, that right there was yours
A Muslim who eat pork, that's not
Bust your chopper's head off and put it to the
King of New York, why you ain't say you the of LA?
You Compton, scared to death from them ese's
Real Bloods, real Crips -
Mexican Mafia, about them boys from Queens?
They gon' and pull it hard right on Southern Boulevard
Staten Island catch a homo, get off the Verrazano
Bronx lay pussy down, do more than just Boogie Down
Harlem they just flossin', dawg, get their Johnsonn off
You know about Brooklyn, they bang my G
And they let you live cause you came with me
Jay Z co-signed you, you was the torch
Now you think you Big Meech, you must to Ross
Catch you slipping in the city, no permission to
Kiss your jewelry goodbye, put your lips on cross
I represent the lowlives, do the shit for New
That's why the little man on my shirt sit on the
This rap shit be the death of me, I'm driven with force
I'd rather die with a victory than with a loss
That little you fucking told me, why she missing your calls
She your dick is so little that you piss on your balls
Man, your sound bougy, I'm loading shots in the Uzi
No fingerprints, I'll wipe 'em like Lil' Boosie
He it's all good cause Biggie made Juicy
But he should to ''Who Shot Ya?'', we bang toolies
back then we had hammers under them Coogis
Goonies in front of the corner smoking them loosies
Strip you to your socks, I bet you we got a
My bullets hit em' dead in his come out his booty
'Bout to make a on roolie, we keep it Gucci
Bullets in the chamber judge Matheson Judy