Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Kendrick Lamar Response)

[Verse 1: Jag]
I'm getting chicken, is gravy holmes
Happy they play you, been struggling
Shit been crazy holmes, from where they wet you
It's like to the Navy holmes, Fuck the drama
Do it for my mama, My on
From now on, it's
Fuck you, pay me
Riding round, no
Waving cause I'm holmes, West Adams
Roc nation like it's holmes
Flat top, suited like a Muslim the 80's holmes
Yea, I've been like McGrady holmes
Finally got a jewelry connect, and I put my on
Too talent, haters feel like Jesus made me wrong
Spitting, got us chasing this until we crazy on
Chubby, a dreaming bout plenty chips
So fly, bitches me the Jet, I'm Kenny Smith
Porch nigga, fuck and took plenty trips
South Central gymnastics, we done made plenty
Swear this white got us like rotten leather
this Henney keep me warm like a cotton sweaters
The energizer keep going, me stopping
Rappers hit me just to out if they've gotten better
Stupid niggas mad, the I'm dropping clever
call me the Chief, it's like I'm rocking feathers
Chubby, yea I'm schooling with no tuition
top killing, they calling me demolition man
No Wesley, balling no
Feeling nice, Tony(?) ice, No Gretzky
I bag heat, he can get it wet a jet ski
Hood nigga, fab
Tell them arrest me
rap shit serious, I'm feeling like a joke
Bills got a nigga stressed out, I'm feeling a smoke
I get so much pussy, I be turning bitches
Every time I turn around, they got me like the Pope
Damn, don't try to mention niggas cause I fucking grilled
Now breaking bread like the fucking pilgrims
And really, I'm saying the same shit Kendrick say
Every rapper dead I know, not even Kendrick safe
I know some rappers now, that hope a nigga stop
on the belt, that got me sagging to my fucking socks
All we is molly, kush, lean, fucking rock
Hustle till we die, all my niggas on the fucking
At 13, nigga had his fucking Glock
Had me out the kitchen blinds, ducking cops
And last nigga I dissed, holmes quiet
we the ones that win a case and nigga still riot
Pigs tell us that we can't, and niggas try it
Hustle man tell a is bad, and they still buy it
I get weight off, Chubby nigga real
OG's stanking through the box, a nigga fly it
Yea, if he Pac who am I, I got the whip
The inside, cause lyrically it's suicide
On my old school Twista shit, me Do-or-Die
You the greatest you alive, just be you alive
I can't, picture the picture somebody sent you to ride
So get up, set up somebody sent you to die
Real shit, spit
I'm lyrically scaring vets, I've been killing with real shit
Killing them (?), got a bag pass
I the garbage out, Glad bag
I put a number on name like a hashtag
I drive by, and I pop out the uzi nigga
Show you Boyz N' tha ain't just a movie nigga
I be in N.Y like a to, even got some OG's
I swear I do my thing to, got me pimping
I ain't tripping, bring thing through
All my niggas here, and we gon' fuck her till that through
If he Nas, then I must be in 93'
Whatever said, I'm all that times 3
It's fucking murder rap holmes, how my rhymes be
Trying to battle your shit, and you getting them rhymes beat