Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Kendrick Lamar Response)

[Verse 1: Chubby
I'm chicken, shit is gravy holmes
Happy when they play you, struggling
Shit crazy holmes, come from where they wet you
It's like to the Navy holmes, Fuck the drama
Do it for my mama, My on
From now on, it's
you, pay me holmes
Riding round, no
Waving I'm wavy holmes, West Adams
Roc nation like Jay-Z holmes
top, suited like a Muslim from the 80's holmes
Yea, I've been balling like McGrady
Finally got a jewelry connect, and I put my on
Too much talent, haters feel Jesus made me wrong
Spitting, got us chasing this chicken until we on
Chubby, a nigga dreaming bout chips
So fly, bitches call me the Jet, I'm Kenny
Porch nigga, fuck around and took trips
South Central gymnastics, we done plenty flips
this white got us stitched like rotten leather
Swear this Henney keep me warm a cotton sweaters
The energizer keep going, me never
Rappers hit me just to find out if they've better
Stupid niggas mad, the shit I'm clever
Fans me the Chief, it's like I'm rocking feathers
Chubby, yea I'm with no tuition plan
top killing, they 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
Hood nigga, fab
them niggas arrest me
This rap serious, I'm feeling like a joke
Bills got a nigga stressed out, I'm feeling a smoke
I get so much pussy, I be bitches down
time I turn around, they 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 socks
All we know is molly, kush, lean, fucking
Hustle till we die, all my niggas on the block
At 13, nigga had his first Glock
Had me looking out the blinds, ducking cops
And last nigga I dissed, holmes quiet
we the ones that win a case and nigga still riot
Pigs tell us we can't, and niggas still try it
man tell a fiend is bad, and they still buy it
I get off, Chubby nigga real diet
stanking through the box, a nigga still fly it
Yea, if he Pac who am I, I got the whip
The inside, cause lyrically it's suicide
On my old school Twista shit, me Do-or-Die
You the greatest you alive, just be happy you
I just can't, picture the picture sent you to ride
So get up, set up somebody sent you to die
Real shit, real
I'm lyrically scaring vets, I've 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 ain't just a movie
I be in N.Y like a king to, even got OG's
I swear I do my to, money got me pimping
I tripping, bring your thing through
All my niggas here, and we fuck her till that thing through
If he Nas, then I must be in 93'
Whatever said, I'm all that times 3
It's fucking murder rap holmes, thats how my be
to battle with your shit, and you getting them rhymes beat