Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Kendrick Lamar Response)

[Verse 1: Chubby
I'm getting chicken, shit is holmes
Happy when they you, been struggling
Shit been crazy holmes, come from they wet you
It's welcome 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 it's Jay-Z holmes
Flat top, suited like a from the 80's holmes
Yea, I've been like McGrady holmes
Finally got a connect, and I put my lady on
Too much talent, haters feel Jesus made me wrong
Spitting, got us chasing this until we crazy on
Chubby, a nigga dreaming plenty chips
So fly, call 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 stitched rotten leather
this Henney keep me warm like a cotton sweaters
The energizer keep going, me stopping
Rappers hit me just to find out if they've gotten
Stupid niggas mad, the shit I'm clever
Fans call me the Chief, it's like I'm rocking
Chubby, yea I'm schooling no tuition 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 arrest me
rap shit serious, I'm feeling like a joke
Bills got a nigga stressed out, I'm like a smoke
I get so much pussy, I be turning down
Every time I turn around, they got me like the Pope
Damn, try to mention niggas cause I fucking grilled them
Now promoters breaking bread the fucking pilgrims
And really, I'm saying the same shit that say
Every rapper dead that I know, not Kendrick safe
I know some rappers now, hope a nigga fucking stop
Bodies on the belt, that got me to my fucking socks
All we is molly, kush, lean, fucking rock
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 last nigga I dissed, still quiet
Cause we the ones that win a and nigga still riot
tell us that we can't, and niggas still try it
Hustle man tell a is bad, and they still buy it
I get off, Chubby nigga real diet
OG's stanking through the box, a still fly it
Yea, if he Pac then who am I, I got the
The tool inside, lyrically it's suicide
On my old school Twista shit, me Do-or-Die
You the greatest you alive, just be happy you
I just can't, picture the somebody sent you to ride
So let's get up, set up sent you to die
shit, real spit
I'm lyrically 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 like a hashtag
I drive by, and I pop out with the uzi
Show you Boyz N' tha Hood ain't just a nigga
I be in N.Y like a king to, even got some
I I do my thing to, money got me pimping
I ain't tripping, your thing through
All my here, and we gon' fuck her till that thing through
If he Nas, I must be Biggie in 93'
Whatever nigga said, I'm all that 3
It's fucking murder rap holmes, how my rhymes be
Trying to battle with your shit, and you them rhymes beat