Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Kendrick Lamar Response)

[Verse 1: Chubby
I'm getting chicken, shit is holmes
Happy when they play you, been
Shit been crazy holmes, come from where wet you
It's like to the Navy holmes, Fuck the drama
Do it for my mama, My on
now on, it's just
Fuck you, pay me
Riding round, no
Waving I'm wavy holmes, West Adams
Roc nation like Jay-Z holmes
Flat top, suited like a Muslim from the 80's
Yea, I've been balling like McGrady
got a jewelry connect, and I put my lady on
Too much talent, haters like Jesus made me wrong
Spitting, got us chasing this until we crazy on
Chubby, a nigga dreaming plenty chips
So fly, bitches call me the Jet, I'm Smith
Porch nigga, fuck around and took plenty
South Central gymnastics, we done made flips
Swear this white got us stitched like leather
this Henney keep me warm like a cotton sweaters
The keep going, me stopping never
Rappers hit me just to find out if they've better
Stupid mad, the shit I'm dropping clever
Fans call me the Chief, it's I'm rocking feathers
Chubby, yea I'm schooling no tuition plan
Flat top killing, they me demolition man
No Wesley, no ESPY
Feeling nice, Tony(?) ice, No Gretzky
I bag heat, he can get it wet a jet ski
nigga, fab shit
Tell them arrest me
This rap shit serious, I'm feeling like a
got a nigga 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 like the Pope
Damn, don't try to mention niggas cause I grilled them
Now breaking bread like the fucking pilgrims
And really, I'm the same shit that Kendrick say
Every rapper dead that I know, not even Kendrick
I know some rappers now, that a nigga fucking stop
Bodies on the belt, 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, nigga had his first Glock
Had me looking out the kitchen blinds, ducking
And last nigga I dissed, holmes quiet
we the ones that win a case and nigga 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, nigga real diet
stanking through the box, a nigga 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, hear me
You the greatest you alive, just be happy you
I can't, picture the picture somebody sent you to ride
So let's get up, set up somebody you to die
Real shit, real
I'm lyrically vets, I've been killing with that real shit
Killing arrnets (?), got a bag pass
I the garbage out, Glad bag
I put a on your name like a hashtag
I by, and I pop out with the uzi nigga
Show you Boyz N' tha Hood just a movie nigga
I be in N.Y a king to, even got some OG's
I swear I do my to, money got me pimping
I tripping, bring your thing through
All my niggas here, and we fuck 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, thats how my be
Trying to battle with your shit, and you getting them beat