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 artist like Eazy E
You a joke, we laugh at you like he he he
Y'all probably stick dildoes in each other like G
I mean Stevie J on that sex tape 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
Back when we was slaves they used to cut off our
stuffed 'em in our mouths, kept us away from the girls
Modern day slavery, now they put us in
A of men in cells away from the females
wasn't done 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 America finds it interesting
'em up to the forefront, they positioning
You made it cause you bringing lyrics in
like a lady, you get away with murder, you George Zimmerman
What I'm stating is facts,
You only blew up cause you contributed to the of the black man
Woves on you, time to get rid of crap rappers
Wolfpack on your back, you a backpacker
Kendrick Lamar - where's your last name rap
You got two names, your mama was ass backwards
make gun sounds in your songs like ''dew dew dew''
Sounds like a gun out of Star R2D2
You gassed up, you thought you could just upon
The MTV that TI was freaking on
You tried to hug her, she pushed off like ''keep your
I've seen that footage when you got curved by Nia
Good kid, mad city - you know nothing about the
On your album cover you sat on another lap
looked like the Supreme's, you was Diana Ross
Only person in the flip with no - damn it boss
But when they you did you have your pamper off?
Baby bottle right there on the table, that right there was
A Muslim who eat pork, not peace
Bust your head off and put it to the east
King of New York, why you say you the king of LA?
You from Compton, scared to death them ese's
Real Bloods, real Crips -
Mexican Mafia, about them boys from Queens?
They gon' bust and pull it right on Southern Boulevard
Staten Island catch a homo, get thrown off the
Bronx lay your pussy down, do more than Boogie Down
Harlem they just flossin', dawg, get their Bumpy off
You know Brooklyn, they gon' bang my G
And they only let you 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 to floss
Kiss your jewelry goodbye, put your on your cross
I represent the lowlives, do the for New York
why the little man on my shirt sit on the horse
This rap shit gon' be the death of me, I'm driven with
I'd rather die with a victory than with a loss
That little you fucking told me, why she missing your calls
She said your dick is so little that you on your balls
Man, your shit sound bougy, I'm loading in the Uzi
No fingerprints, I'll wipe 'em down like Boosie
He it's all good cause Biggie made Juicy
But he should listen to ''Who Ya?'', we bang toolies
Even back we had hammers under them Coogis
Goonies in front of the corner stores smoking them
Strip you to your socks, I bet you we got a
My bullets hit em' dead in his cooty come out his
'Bout to a movie on roolie, we keep it Gucci
Bullets in the chamber like judge Matheson