Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Kendrick Lamar Response)

[Verse 1: Chubby
I'm getting chicken, is gravy holmes
Happy when they play you, struggling
Shit crazy holmes, come from where they wet you
It's like welcome to the Navy holmes, the drama
Do it for my mama, My on
From now on, it's
Fuck you, pay me
round, no tint
Waving I'm wavy holmes, West Adams
Roc like it's Jay-Z holmes
Flat top, suited like a Muslim from the 80's
Yea, I've been balling McGrady holmes
Finally got a jewelry connect, and I put my on
Too much talent, haters feel like Jesus me wrong
Spitting, got us this chicken until we crazy on
Chubby, a nigga dreaming plenty chips
So fly, call me the Jet, I'm Kenny Smith
Porch nigga, around and took plenty trips
South Central gymnastics, we done made flips
this white got us stitched like rotten leather
Swear this Henney keep me warm like a cotton
The keep going, me stopping never
Rappers hit me just to find out if gotten better
Stupid niggas mad, the shit I'm clever
Fans call me the Chief, like I'm rocking feathers
Chubby, yea I'm schooling with no plan
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
them niggas arrest me
This rap shit serious, I'm feeling a joke
Bills got a stressed out, I'm feeling like a smoke
I get so much pussy, I be bitches down
Every time I turn around, they got me feeling the Pope
Damn, don't try to niggas cause I fucking grilled them
Now promoters breaking bread like the fucking
And really, I'm saying the same shit that say
Every rapper that I know, not even Kendrick safe
I know some now, that hope a nigga fucking stop
Bodies on the belt, that got me sagging to my fucking
All we is molly, kush, lean, fucking rock
Hustle till we die, all my niggas on the block
At 13, had his first fucking Glock
Had me looking out the kitchen blinds, cops
And last nigga I dissed, still quiet
Cause we the ones that win a case and still riot
Pigs us that we can't, and niggas still try it
Hustle man tell a is bad, and they still buy it
I get weight off, Chubby real diet
stanking through the box, a nigga still fly it
Yea, if he Pac who am I, I got the whip
The tool inside, cause lyrically suicide
On my old Twista shit, hear me Do-or-Die
You the you alive, just be happy you alive
I just can't, picture the picture sent you to ride
So let's get up, set up sent you to die
shit, real spit
I'm scaring vets, I've been killing with that real shit
Killing them (?), got a bag pass
I took the out, Glad bag
I put a number on your name like a
I drive by, and I pop out the uzi nigga
you Boyz N' tha Hood ain't just a movie nigga
I be in N.Y like a king to, even got some
I swear I do my thing to, money got me
I ain't tripping, bring your thing
All my niggas here, and we gon' her till that thing 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
to battle with your shit, and you getting them rhymes beat