Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Kendrick Lamar Response)

[Verse 1: Jag]
I'm getting chicken, is gravy holmes
Happy when they play you, been
Shit been 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
you, pay me holmes
Riding round, no
Waving I'm wavy holmes, West Adams
Roc nation it's Jay-Z holmes
Flat top, suited a Muslim from the 80's holmes
Yea, I've been balling McGrady holmes
got a jewelry connect, and I put my lady on
Too much talent, haters feel like made me wrong
Spitting, got us chasing chicken until we crazy on
Chubby, a dreaming bout plenty chips
So fly, call me the Jet, I'm Kenny Smith
Porch nigga, fuck and took plenty trips
South Central gymnastics, we made plenty flips
Swear this white got us stitched like leather
Swear this keep me warm like a cotton sweaters
The energizer keep going, me stopping
Rappers hit me just to find out if gotten better
niggas mad, the shit I'm dropping clever
Fans call me the Chief, like I'm rocking feathers
Chubby, yea I'm schooling no tuition plan
top killing, they calling me demolition 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
them niggas arrest me
This rap shit serious, I'm 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 feeling like the
Damn, don't try to mention niggas cause I fucking grilled
Now promoters bread like the fucking pilgrims
And really, I'm the same shit that Kendrick say
Every rapper dead that I know, not Kendrick safe
I know some rappers now, that hope a nigga fucking
Bodies on the belt, that got me sagging to my fucking
All we know is molly, kush, lean, rock
Hustle till we die, all my niggas on the fucking
At 13, nigga had his first Glock
Had me out the kitchen blinds, ducking cops
And last nigga I dissed, holmes quiet
Cause we the ones that win a case and still riot
Pigs tell us that we can't, and still try it
Hustle man tell a is bad, and they still buy it
I get weight off, Chubby nigga real
stanking through the box, a nigga still fly it
Yea, if he Pac then who am I, I got the
The tool inside, cause it's suicide
On my old Twista shit, hear me Do-or-Die
You the greatest you alive, be happy you alive
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 scaring vets, I've been killing with real shit
them arrnets (?), got a bag pass
I took the out, Glad bag
I put a number on your name a hashtag
I drive by, and I pop out the uzi nigga
Show you Boyz N' tha Hood ain't just a nigga
I be in N.Y like a king to, even got some
I swear I do my thing to, got me pimping
I ain't tripping, bring your through
All my here, and we gon' fuck her till that thing through
If he Nas, then I be Biggie in 93'
nigga 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 them rhymes beat