Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Freestyle)

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Tell Kendrick and TDE need to lay off the PCP
Far from the king, this is the of BDP
You'll never be a west coast artist like Eazy E
You a fucking joke, we laugh at you he he he
Y'all probably stick dildoes in other like Stevie G
I Stevie J on that sex tape 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 getting cornier like your E-Y-E
when we was slaves they used to cut off our balls
Then 'em in our mouths, kept us away from the girls
Modern day slavery, now they put us in
A bunch of men in cells from the females
This wasn't done just because the color of
This was done cause never wanted us to be men
Kendrick, Kanye, Drake, all act feminine
Wear a lot of clothes you see women in
So the mainstream America finds it
Push 'em up to the forefront, they
You never made it cause you bringing in
Singing like a lady, you get away with murder, you George
I'm stating is facts, grams
You blew up cause you contributed to the feminization of the black man
Woves on you, to get rid of these crap rappers
Wolfpack on back, you really a backpacker
Kendrick Lamar - your last name rap bastard?
You got two first names, mama was ass backwards
Always make gun sounds in your songs ''dew dew dew''
Sounds like a gun out of Wars: R2D2
You up, you thought you could just creep upon
The MTV that TI was freaking on
You tried to hug her, she off like ''keep your arm''
I've seen that footage when you got curved by Nia
Good kid, mad city - you know nothing the trap
On album cover you sat on another man's lap
They looked like the Supreme's, you was Diana
Only person in the flip with no shirt - it boss
But when molest you did you have your pamper off?
Baby bottle right there on the table, that there was yours
A Muslim who eat pork, not peace
Bust your chopper's off and put it to the east
King of New York, why you ain't say you the of LA?
You from Compton, scared to death from ese's
Bloods, real Crips - MS-13's
Mexican Mafia, what them boys from Queens?
gon' bust and pull it hard right on Southern Boulevard
Staten Island catch a homo, get thrown off the
lay your pussy down, do more than just Boogie Down
Harlem they just flossin', dawg, get Bumpy Johnsonn off
You know Brooklyn, they gon' bang my G
And they only let you live cause you with me
Jay Z co-signed you, you was the torch
Now you you Big Meech, you must listen to Ross
Catch you in the city, no permission to floss
Kiss your jewelry goodbye, put your lips on cross
I the lowlives, do the shit for New York
That's why the little man on my shirt sit on the
rap shit gon' be the death of me, I'm driven with force
I'd rather die with a victory than with a loss
That little bitch you 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 'em down like Lil' Boosie
He think it's all good Biggie made Juicy
But he should listen to ''Who Ya?'', we bang toolies
Even back then we had under them Coogis
in front of the corner stores smoking them loosies
Strip you to your socks, I bet you we got a
My bullets hit em' dead in his cooty out his booty
'Bout to a movie on roolie, we keep it Gucci
Bullets in the chamber like judge Matheson