Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Kendrick Lamar Response)

[Verse 1: Jag]
I'm getting chicken, shit is holmes
Happy when they you, been struggling
Shit been holmes, come 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
Waving cause I'm holmes, West Adams
Roc like it's Jay-Z holmes
Flat top, suited like a Muslim from the holmes
Yea, I've balling like McGrady holmes
Finally got a connect, and I put my lady on
Too much talent, haters like Jesus made me wrong
Spitting, got us chasing this until we crazy on
Chubby, a nigga bout plenty chips
So fly, bitches me the Jet, I'm Kenny Smith
Porch nigga, fuck and took plenty trips
South Central gymnastics, we done made plenty
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 to find out if they've gotten better
Stupid mad, the shit I'm dropping clever
call me the Chief, it's like I'm rocking feathers
Chubby, yea I'm schooling with no tuition
Flat top killing, they calling me man
No Wesley, no ESPY
Feeling nice, Tony(?) over ice, No
I bag heat, he can get it wet a jet ski
nigga, fab shit
Tell them arrest me
This rap shit serious, I'm feeling like a
got a nigga stressed 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 mention cause I fucking grilled them
Now breaking bread like the fucking pilgrims
And really, I'm saying the same shit Kendrick say
Every rapper dead I know, not even Kendrick safe
I know some rappers now, that hope a nigga stop
Bodies on the belt, that got me sagging to my socks
All we is molly, kush, lean, fucking rock
Hustle till we die, all my niggas on the block
At 13, nigga had his fucking Glock
Had me out the kitchen blinds, ducking cops
And nigga I dissed, holmes still quiet
Cause we the ones that win a case and nigga riot
Pigs tell us that we can't, and niggas try it
man tell a fiend is bad, and they still buy it
I get weight off, 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, cause lyrically 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 picture somebody you to ride
So let's get up, set up somebody you to die
Real shit, real
I'm lyrically scaring vets, I've killing with that real shit
Killing arrnets (?), got a bag pass
I took the garbage out, 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 nigga
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 thing through
All my niggas here, and we gon' fuck her that thing through
If he Nas, I must 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 shit, and you getting them rhymes beat