Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Remix)

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I ain't even gotta give this too much
Joell Ortiz won war that he ever fought
This ain't no different, I'm listening, you the king of New
Lil homie you ain't the king of New York, you the next thing on my
The messenger with all them rings on that
Carrying heads 'til I kick you in the chest
And you cough and fall a bottomless pit
Homie, you know how many that fit?
When we met you said an honor, man, the YAOWA man can spit''
Maybe that's why you me out of that shit
Maybe that's why the Slaughterhouse get dissed
Or maybe I'm not on your
You feel you ain't gotta my clique
Either way, I personal this beat, it gotta get ripped
You rappers can't respond with all the dollars you get
Gangsta rappers can't with hollows and clips
And you fashion rappers wear the kind of jeans hardly get zipped
So zip it, I got this shit, hip hop in this bitch
The apocalypse has upon us, watch the zombies I split
The walking dead, I've a monster, shorty, I can get bit
And never turn, I'm immune to rappers y'all calling sick
I stomped the red carpet holding my
And throw tomatoes at the podium for whack awards that niggas get
Then stand up and YAOWA then dip
And smack a legend on the way out of bitch
Cause I don't big up the
The can get it too, you all fit under my feet
You all victims, all chitlins a nigga trying to eat
I'll see to it, y'all missing like a whino teeth
can get it
Old nigga, new nigga, him nigga, you
One nigga, two nigga, a few
I do niggas harm with bars
It was brave, you a chance like a Monopoly card
Put that telly you to check in, that property is ours
Can't get a W on Broadway, I'm New all day
Yeah, that's where the boss
You no that oye?
A hundred Ricans running at you chief Okoye
Last time in Compton I was kicking it Jorge
I rocked with cons out west like the boy Ye
But I don't claim king even though my ring
And I had China in the Bay, we call
Rodeo to Daygo they you the same thing
Chico be in Sacramento so much he can king
But that's the west coast, I'm from coast
leave the king of LA to Dre, I was this close
To at Aftermath, but lamped out like a Genie
But Dre you such a and [?] you're such a sweetie
And guess what, I'm a free agent again if never need me
But back to these bars, I'm hungry, this beat is gon' the needy
Y'all looking like ziti, zucchini out in Tahiti
On with Erykah Badu's booty in a bikini (haaaa!)
Your main chick is a Precious, my chick is a RiRi
I fuck her and take her out for in the panini
I a rap nigga, I'm a nigga that rap
Before this -- saw the cypher, I ain't bringing that back
Why should I recycle bars when my mind is a to Mars?
And any force I came was like rhyming inside a star
With the Universe on my back, human version is wack
I grab my extraterrestrial testicles I rap
And tell suck it, tell the planet try it
I turn this bitch into the Day without the lucky drunk pilot
I love competition, constructing a
Of destruction, putting in the composition
I'm Optimus Prime trucking your boulevard, wishin'
That a star screams so I can go on a mission
You raise the bar high, I set the bar
You learn though, inferno scorch a bonfire