Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Kendrick Lamar Response)

[Verse 1: Jag]
I'm getting chicken, is gravy holmes
Happy they play you, been struggling
been crazy holmes, come from where they wet you
It's like welcome to the holmes, Fuck the drama
Do it for my mama, My on
now on, it's just
Fuck you, pay me
round, no tint
Waving cause I'm wavy holmes, Adams
Roc nation 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 connect, and I put my lady on
Too much talent, haters feel like made me wrong
Spitting, got us chasing this chicken we crazy on
Chubby, a nigga bout plenty chips
So fly, bitches call me the Jet, I'm Kenny
Porch nigga, fuck and took plenty trips
Central gymnastics, we done made plenty flips
Swear this got us stitched like rotten leather
Swear this keep me warm like a cotton sweaters
The energizer keep going, me stopping
Rappers hit me just to find out if they've gotten
niggas mad, the shit I'm dropping clever
Fans call me the Chief, it's like I'm feathers
Chubby, yea I'm schooling no tuition plan
top killing, they calling me demolition man
No Wesley, balling no
nice, Tony(?) over ice, No Gretzky
I bag heat, he can get it wet a jet ski
Hood nigga, fab
Tell niggas arrest me
This rap shit serious, I'm feeling like a
Bills got a nigga stressed out, I'm feeling 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 mention cause I fucking grilled them
Now breaking bread like the fucking pilgrims
And really, I'm saying the shit that Kendrick say
Every dead that I know, not even Kendrick safe
I know some now, that hope a nigga fucking stop
Bodies on the belt, that got me to my fucking socks
All we know is molly, kush, lean, 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, ducking
And last nigga I dissed, holmes 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 fiend is bad, and they buy it
I get weight off, Chubby real diet
OG's stanking the box, a nigga still fly it
Yea, if he Pac who am I, I got the whip
The tool inside, cause lyrically it's
On my old Twista shit, hear me Do-or-Die
You the greatest you alive, just be happy you
I can't, picture the picture somebody sent you to ride
So get up, set up somebody sent you to die
Real shit, real
I'm lyrically scaring vets, I've been with that real shit
Killing them arrnets (?), got a bag
I the garbage out, Glad bag
I put a number on your name a hashtag
I drive by, and I pop out with the uzi
Show you 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 to, money got me pimping
I ain't tripping, bring your thing
All my niggas here, and we gon' fuck her till 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, thats how my be
Trying to battle with your shit, and you them rhymes beat