Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Kendrick Lamar Response)

[Verse 1: Jag]
I'm chicken, shit is gravy holmes
Happy when they play you, been
Shit been crazy holmes, from where they wet you
It's like welcome to the Navy holmes, Fuck the
Do it for my mama, My on
From now on, just
you, pay me holmes
Riding round, no
cause I'm wavy holmes, West Adams
Roc nation it's Jay-Z holmes
Flat top, suited like a from the 80's holmes
Yea, I've been balling like holmes
got a jewelry connect, and I put my lady on
Too talent, haters feel like Jesus made me wrong
Spitting, got us chasing this chicken we crazy on
Chubby, a nigga dreaming plenty chips
So fly, bitches call me the Jet, I'm Kenny
Porch nigga, fuck and took plenty trips
South Central gymnastics, we done made plenty
Swear white got us stitched like rotten leather
Swear this Henney keep me warm like a sweaters
The energizer keep going, me stopping
Rappers hit me to find out if they've gotten better
Stupid niggas mad, the shit I'm clever
Fans call me the Chief, like I'm rocking feathers
Chubby, yea I'm schooling with no tuition
Flat top killing, 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
them niggas arrest me
This rap shit serious, I'm like a joke
Bills got a nigga out, I'm feeling like a smoke
I get so pussy, I be turning bitches down
Every I turn around, they got me feeling like the Pope
Damn, don't try to mention niggas cause I fucking them
Now promoters breaking bread like the fucking
And really, I'm saying the same shit Kendrick say
rapper dead that I know, not even Kendrick safe
I know some rappers now, that hope a fucking stop
Bodies on the belt, got me sagging to my fucking socks
All we is molly, kush, lean, fucking rock
till we die, all my niggas on the fucking block
At 13, nigga had his fucking Glock
Had me out the kitchen blinds, ducking cops
And last nigga I dissed, holmes still
Cause we the ones that win a case and nigga still
tell us that we can't, and niggas still try it
Hustle man a fiend is bad, and they still buy it
I get off, Chubby nigga real diet
OG's stanking through the box, a nigga fly it
Yea, if he Pac who am I, I got the whip
The tool inside, lyrically it's suicide
On my old Twista shit, hear me Do-or-Die
You the greatest you alive, be happy you alive
I just can't, picture the 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 that real
Killing them arrnets (?), got a bag
I the garbage out, Glad bag
I put a on your name like a hashtag
I drive by, and I pop out the uzi nigga
Show you Boyz N' tha Hood ain't just a movie
I be in N.Y like a king to, got some OG's
I swear I do my thing to, got me pimping
I ain't tripping, bring your through
All my niggas here, and we fuck her till that thing through
If he Nas, then I must be in 93'
Whatever nigga said, I'm all times 3
It's fucking murder rap holmes, how my rhymes be
Trying to battle with shit, and you getting them rhymes beat