Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Remix)

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I ain't gotta give this too much thought
Joell won every war that he ever fought
ain't no different, I'm listening, you the king of New York?
Lil homie you ain't the king of New York, you the thing on my fork
The messenger with all them rings on horse
Carrying heads 'til I kick you in the chest
And you cough and into a bottomless pit
Homie, you how many bodies that fit?
When we met you ''it's an honor, man, the YAOWA man can spit''
Maybe that's why you me out of that shit
Maybe that's why the Slaughterhouse ain't get
Or I'm not on your radar
You feel you ain't gotta my clique
Either way, I personal train this beat, it get ripped
You rich can't respond with all the dollars you get
Gangsta rappers can't retaliate with hollows and
And you fashion wear the kind of jeans that hardly get zipped
So zip it, I got shit, real hip hop in this bitch
The has fell 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 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 stand up and scream YAOWA dip
And smack a on the way out of that bitch
Cause I big up the elite
The elite can get it too, you all fit under my
You all victims, all when a nigga trying to eat
I'll see to it, y'all missing like a nigga teeth
can get it
Old nigga, new nigga, him nigga, you
One nigga, two nigga, a few
I do niggas harm with these
It was brave, you took a chance a Monopoly card
Put that telly you trying to check in, that is ours
get a W on Broadway, I'm New York all day
Yeah, that's where the stay
You no hear oye?
A hundred Ricans running at you chief like
Last in Compton I was kicking it with Jorge
I with some cons out west like the boy Ye
But I don't claim king even my name ring
And I had China in the Bay, we call
Rodeo to Daygo they you the same thing
Chico be in so much he can claim king
But that's the west coast, I'm from coast
I'll the king of LA to Dre, I was this close
To at Aftermath, but lamped out like a Genie
But Dre you a gangster and [?] you're such a sweetie
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 grannys ziti, zucchini out in
On Fiji with Erykah booty in a bikini (haaaa!)
Your main chick is a Precious, my side chick is a
I fuck her and her out for fries in the panini
I ain't a rap nigga, I'm a that rap
Before -- y'all saw the cypher, I ain't bringing that back
Why I recycle bars when my mind is a flight to Mars?
And any force I came across was like inside a star
With the Universe on my back, your human is wack
I grab my extraterrestrial when I rap
And tell Earth suck it, tell the try it
I turn this bitch into the Independence Day without the lucky drunk
I love competition, a composition
Of destruction, Destructicons 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 gon' learn though, inferno scorch a