Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Kendrick Lamar Response)

[Verse 1: Chubby
I'm chicken, shit is gravy holmes
when they play you, been struggling
Shit been crazy holmes, come from where 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 I'm wavy holmes, West Adams
Roc nation like Jay-Z holmes
Flat top, suited like a Muslim the 80's holmes
Yea, I've been balling like McGrady
got a jewelry connect, and I put my lady on
Too much talent, feel like Jesus made me wrong
Spitting, got us chasing chicken until we crazy on
Chubby, a nigga dreaming bout plenty
So fly, bitches call me the Jet, I'm Smith
nigga, fuck around and took plenty trips
South 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 never
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 with no plan
Flat top killing, 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
nigga, fab shit
Tell niggas arrest me
This rap shit serious, I'm like a joke
Bills got a stressed out, I'm feeling like a smoke
I get so much pussy, I be turning down
time I turn around, they got me feeling like the Pope
Damn, don't try to mention cause I fucking grilled them
Now promoters breaking bread like the pilgrims
And really, I'm saying the shit that Kendrick say
Every rapper dead I know, not even Kendrick safe
I know some rappers now, that hope a fucking stop
Bodies on the belt, that got me sagging to my fucking
All we know is molly, kush, lean, rock
Hustle we die, all my niggas on the fucking block
At 13, nigga had his fucking Glock
Had me looking out the blinds, ducking cops
And last nigga I dissed, still quiet
Cause we the ones win a case and nigga still riot
Pigs tell us that we can't, and niggas try it
Hustle man tell a is bad, and they still buy it
I get weight off, nigga real diet
OG's stanking the box, a nigga still fly it
Yea, if he Pac then who am I, I got the
The tool inside, cause lyrically suicide
On my old school Twista shit, me Do-or-Die
You the greatest you alive, just be you alive
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 the garbage out, Glad bag
I put a number on your like a hashtag
I drive by, and I pop out the uzi nigga
Show you N' tha Hood ain't just a movie nigga
I be in N.Y a king to, even got some OG's
I swear I do my thing to, money got me
I ain't tripping, bring your thing
All my niggas here, and we fuck her till that thing through
If he Nas, then I must be in 93'
nigga said, I'm all that times 3
It's murder rap holmes, thats how my rhymes be
Trying to battle with shit, and you getting them rhymes beat