Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Kendrick Lamar Response)

[Verse 1: Jag]
I'm getting chicken, is gravy holmes
when they play you, been struggling
Shit been crazy holmes, from where they wet you
It's welcome to the Navy holmes, Fuck the drama
Do it for my mama, My on
From now on, just
you, pay me holmes
Riding round, no
Waving cause I'm 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 holmes
Finally got a connect, and I put my lady on
Too talent, haters feel like Jesus made me wrong
Spitting, got us this chicken until we crazy on
Chubby, a nigga dreaming bout plenty
So fly, bitches call me the Jet, I'm Kenny
Porch nigga, fuck around and plenty trips
South Central gymnastics, we done plenty flips
Swear this white got us stitched rotten leather
this Henney keep me warm like a cotton sweaters
The energizer going, me stopping never
Rappers hit me just to find out if gotten better
Stupid niggas mad, the I'm dropping clever
Fans call me the Chief, it's like I'm rocking
Chubby, yea I'm with no tuition plan
Flat top killing, calling me demolition man
No Wesley, no ESPY
nice, Tony(?) over ice, No Gretzky
I bag heat, he can get it wet a jet ski
nigga, fab shit
Tell them arrest me
rap shit serious, I'm feeling like a joke
Bills got a nigga out, I'm feeling like a smoke
I get so pussy, I be turning bitches down
Every time I turn around, they got me like the Pope
Damn, don't try to niggas cause I fucking grilled them
Now promoters breaking bread the fucking pilgrims
And really, I'm saying the shit that Kendrick say
Every rapper dead that I know, not even safe
I know some rappers now, hope a nigga fucking stop
on the belt, that got me sagging to my fucking socks
All we know is molly, kush, lean, rock
Hustle till we die, all my niggas on the fucking
At 13, had his first fucking Glock
Had me looking out the kitchen blinds, ducking
And last nigga I dissed, holmes still
Cause we the ones win a case and nigga still riot
Pigs tell us we can't, and niggas still try it
Hustle man tell a fiend is bad, and still buy it
I get weight off, Chubby nigga 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 school Twista shit, hear me
You the you alive, just be happy you alive
I just can't, picture the picture sent you to ride
So get up, set up somebody sent you to die
shit, real spit
I'm lyrically scaring vets, been killing with that real shit
Killing them (?), got a bag pass
I took the out, Glad bag
I put a number on your name like a
I drive by, and I pop out with the uzi
Show you Boyz N' tha Hood just a movie nigga
I be in N.Y like a to, even got some OG's
I I do my thing to, money got me pimping
I ain't tripping, bring your thing
All my niggas here, and we 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 murder rap holmes, thats how my rhymes be
to battle with your shit, and you getting them rhymes beat