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
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 on my fork
The messenger all them rings on that horse
Carrying king's heads 'til I kick you in the
And you and fall into a bottomless pit
Homie, you know how bodies that fit?
When we met you said ''it's an honor, man, the man can spit''
Maybe why you left me out of that shit
Maybe why the Slaughterhouse ain't get dissed
Or I'm not on your radar
You feel you ain't acknowledge my clique
Either way, I personal train this beat, it gotta get
You rich rappers respond with all the dollars you get
Gangsta can't retaliate 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 fell 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 holding my dick
And throw tomatoes at the podium for whack that y'all niggas get
Then up and scream YAOWA then dip
And smack a legend on the way out of that
Cause I don't big up the
The elite can get it too, you all fit under my
You all victims, all chitlins when a trying to eat
I'll see to it, y'all like 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 a Monopoly card
Put that telly you trying to check in, that 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 like Okoye
Last time in Compton I was kicking it Jorge
I rocked some cons out west like the boy Ye
But I don't claim king though my name ring
And I had China in the Bay, we call
Rodeo to Daygo they telling you the thing
Chico be in so much he can claim king
But that's the west coast, I'm this coast
I'll leave the of LA to Dre, I was this close
To stay at Aftermath, but out like a Genie
But Dre you such a gangster and [?] such a sweetie
And guess what, I'm a agent again if y'all never need me
But to these bars, I'm hungry, this beat is gon' feed 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 chick is a RiRi
I fuck her and take her out for fries in the
I ain't a rap nigga, I'm a nigga rap
Before this -- saw the cypher, I ain't bringing that back
Why should I recycle bars when my mind is a flight to
And any force I came across was like rhyming a star
the Universe on my back, your human version is wack
I grab my extraterrestrial when I rap
And tell Earth it, tell the planet try it
I turn this into the Independence Day without the lucky drunk pilot
I love competition, a composition
Of destruction, putting Destructicons in the
I'm Optimus Prime 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' though, inferno scorch a bonfire