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 crazy holmes, come from 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 nation it's Jay-Z holmes
Flat top, suited like a Muslim from the 80's
Yea, been balling like McGrady holmes
Finally got a jewelry connect, and I put my on
Too much talent, haters feel like Jesus made me
Spitting, got us this chicken until we crazy on
Chubby, a nigga bout plenty chips
So fly, bitches me the Jet, I'm Kenny Smith
Porch nigga, fuck around and took plenty
South Central gymnastics, we made plenty flips
Swear this white got us stitched like leather
Swear this Henney keep me 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, it's I'm rocking feathers
Chubby, yea I'm schooling no tuition plan
Flat top killing, they calling me 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
them niggas arrest me
This rap serious, I'm feeling like a joke
Bills got a stressed out, I'm feeling like a smoke
I get so much pussy, I be bitches down
Every time I turn around, they got me feeling the Pope
Damn, don't try to mention niggas I fucking grilled them
Now promoters breaking bread like the fucking
And really, I'm saying the same shit that 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 to my fucking socks
All we know is molly, kush, lean, rock
Hustle till we die, all my on the fucking block
At 13, nigga had his first Glock
Had me looking out the blinds, ducking cops
And last nigga I dissed, holmes still
we the ones that win a case and nigga still riot
Pigs tell us that we can't, and 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 then who am I, I got the
The tool inside, cause lyrically it's
On my old school shit, hear me Do-or-Die
You the greatest you alive, just be you alive
I just can't, picture the picture sent you to ride
So let's get up, set up sent you to die
Real shit, spit
I'm lyrically scaring vets, been killing with that real shit
Killing them (?), got a bag pass
I took the garbage out, 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 a movie 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 your through
All my niggas here, and we gon' fuck her till that through
If he Nas, then I be Biggie in 93'
Whatever said, I'm all that times 3
fucking murder rap holmes, thats how my rhymes be
Trying to battle with shit, and you getting them rhymes beat