Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Kendrick Lamar Response)

[Verse 1: Chubby
I'm getting chicken, is gravy holmes
Happy when they 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, it's
Fuck you, pay me
round, no tint
Waving I'm wavy holmes, West Adams
Roc nation like it's holmes
Flat top, suited like a Muslim from the holmes
Yea, I've balling like McGrady holmes
got a jewelry connect, and I put my lady on
Too much talent, haters feel like Jesus made me
Spitting, got us chasing this until we crazy on
Chubby, a nigga dreaming bout chips
So fly, call me the Jet, I'm Kenny Smith
Porch nigga, around and took plenty trips
South gymnastics, we done made plenty flips
this white got us stitched like rotten leather
Swear this keep me warm like a cotton 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 plan
Flat top killing, calling me demolition man
No Wesley, no ESPY
Feeling nice, Tony(?) ice, No Gretzky
I bag heat, he can get it wet a jet ski
Hood nigga, fab
Tell them niggas me
This rap shit serious, I'm like a joke
got a nigga stressed out, I'm feeling like a smoke
I get so much pussy, I be turning down
Every time I turn around, got me feeling like the Pope
Damn, try to mention niggas cause I fucking grilled them
Now promoters breaking bread the fucking pilgrims
And really, I'm saying the same that Kendrick say
Every rapper dead that I know, not even safe
I know some rappers now, that hope a nigga 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 first Glock
Had me looking out the kitchen blinds, cops
And last nigga I dissed, still quiet
Cause we the ones that win a case and nigga riot
Pigs tell us that we can't, and niggas try it
Hustle man a fiend is bad, and they still 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 school Twista shit, hear me
You the greatest you alive, just be happy you
I can't, picture the picture somebody sent you to ride
So let's get up, set up somebody you to die
Real shit, spit
I'm lyrically scaring vets, been killing with that real shit
them arrnets (?), got a bag pass
I took the out, Glad bag
I put a number on 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 to, even 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 gon' fuck her till that through
If he Nas, then I be Biggie in 93'
Whatever nigga said, I'm all times 3
It's murder rap holmes, thats how my rhymes be
Trying to battle with your shit, and you getting them beat