Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Remix)

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I ain't even give this too much thought
Ortiz won every war that he ever fought
This ain't no different, I'm listening, you the of New York?
Lil homie you ain't the king of New York, you the next on my fork
The messenger all them rings on that horse
Carrying king's heads I kick you in the chest
And you cough and fall into a pit
Homie, you know how many bodies fit?
When we met you said ''it's an honor, man, the YAOWA man can
Maybe that's why you left me out of shit
that's why the Slaughterhouse ain't get dissed
Or maybe I'm not on radar
You feel you ain't gotta my clique
Either way, I train this beat, it gotta get ripped
You rappers can't respond with all the dollars you get
Gangsta rappers can't retaliate with and clips
And you rappers wear the kind of jeans that hardly get zipped
So zip it, I got this shit, hip hop in this bitch
The apocalypse has fell upon us, watch the I split
The walking dead, I've a monster, shorty, I can get bit
And never turn, I'm immune to these y'all calling sick
I stomped the red holding my dick
And throw at the podium for whack awards that y'all niggas get
Then up and scream YAOWA then dip
And smack a legend on the way out of that
Cause I big up the elite
The can get it too, you all fit under my feet
You all victims, all chitlins when a nigga to eat
I'll see to it, y'all missing a whino nigga teeth
can get it
Old nigga, new nigga, him nigga, you
One nigga, two nigga, a few
I do niggas with these bars
It was brave, you took a chance like a Monopoly
Put that telly you trying to in, that property is ours
get a W on Broadway, I'm New York all day
Yeah, that's the boss stay
You no hear oye?
A hundred running at you chief like Okoye
Last in Compton I was kicking it with Jorge
I rocked with some cons out west the boy Ye
But I claim king even though my name ring
And I had China in the Bay, we call
to Daygo they telling you the same thing
Chico be in Sacramento so much he can king
But that's the west coast, I'm this coast
I'll leave the king of LA to Dre, I was this
To at Aftermath, but lamped out like a Genie
But Dre you such a gangster and [?] you're such a
And guess what, I'm a free again if y'all 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 side is a RiRi
I fuck her and take her out for in the panini
I ain't a rap nigga, I'm a nigga rap
this -- y'all saw the cypher, I ain't bringing that back
Why should I recycle bars my mind is a flight to Mars?
And any force I came across was rhyming inside a star
With the Universe on my back, human version is wack
I my extraterrestrial testicles when I rap
And tell suck it, tell the planet try it
I turn this bitch the Independence Day without the lucky drunk pilot
I competition, constructing a composition
Of destruction, putting in the composition
I'm Prime trucking your boulevard, just wishin'
a star screams so I can go on a bombing mission
You the bar high, I set the bar higher
You gon' learn though, inferno a bonfire