Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Kendrick Lamar Response)

[Verse 1: Jag]
I'm getting chicken, shit is holmes
Happy when they you, been struggling
Shit been crazy holmes, come from where wet you
It's like welcome to the holmes, Fuck the drama
Do it for my mama, My on
From now on, it's
Fuck you, pay me
round, no tint
Waving cause I'm wavy holmes, West
Roc like it's Jay-Z holmes
Flat top, suited like a Muslim from the holmes
Yea, been balling like McGrady holmes
Finally got a jewelry connect, and I put my on
Too much talent, haters feel Jesus made me wrong
Spitting, got us chasing this chicken until we on
Chubby, a dreaming bout plenty chips
So fly, bitches me the Jet, I'm Kenny Smith
nigga, fuck around and took plenty trips
South Central gymnastics, we done made plenty
Swear this white got us stitched like leather
Swear this Henney keep me warm a cotton sweaters
The energizer going, me stopping never
Rappers hit me just to out if they've gotten better
Stupid mad, the shit I'm dropping clever
Fans call me the Chief, it's like I'm feathers
Chubby, yea I'm schooling with no plan
Flat top killing, they calling me man
No Wesley, no ESPY
Feeling nice, Tony(?) over ice, No
I bag heat, he can get it wet a jet ski
Hood nigga, fab
Tell them niggas me
This rap shit serious, I'm like a joke
Bills got a nigga stressed out, I'm feeling like a
I get so pussy, I be turning bitches down
Every time I around, they got me feeling like the Pope
Damn, don't try to mention niggas cause I grilled them
Now promoters breaking like the fucking pilgrims
And really, I'm the same shit that Kendrick say
Every rapper that I know, not even Kendrick safe
I know rappers now, that hope a nigga fucking stop
on the belt, that got me sagging to my fucking socks
All we know is molly, kush, lean, fucking
till we die, all my niggas on the fucking block
At 13, had his first fucking Glock
Had me looking out the kitchen blinds, ducking
And nigga I dissed, holmes still quiet
Cause we the ones that win a and nigga still riot
Pigs tell us that we can't, and niggas try it
Hustle man a fiend is bad, and they still buy it
I get weight off, nigga real diet
OG's stanking the box, a nigga still fly it
Yea, if he Pac who am I, I got the whip
The inside, cause lyrically it's suicide
On my old Twista shit, hear me Do-or-Die
You the greatest you alive, just be you alive
I just can't, the picture somebody sent you to ride
So let's get up, set up sent you to die
Real shit, spit
I'm lyrically scaring vets, I've been with that real shit
Killing them (?), got a bag pass
I took the garbage out, bag
I put a on your name like a hashtag
I drive by, and I pop out the uzi nigga
Show you N' tha Hood ain't just a movie nigga
I be in N.Y like a to, even got some OG's
I swear I do my to, money got me pimping
I ain't tripping, your thing through
All my niggas here, and we fuck her till that thing through
If he Nas, I must be Biggie in 93'
Whatever said, I'm all that times 3
It's fucking rap holmes, thats how my rhymes be
Trying to battle with your shit, and you getting rhymes beat