Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Remix)

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I ain't even gotta give too much thought
Joell 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 thing on my fork
The messenger with all rings on that horse
king's heads 'til I kick you in the chest
And you cough and fall into a pit
Homie, you know how many that fit?
When we met you said ''it's an honor, man, the YAOWA man can
Maybe why you left 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 acknowledge my clique
Either way, I personal this beat, it gotta get ripped
You rich rappers can't respond with all the you get
Gangsta rappers can't with hollows and clips
And you rappers wear the kind of jeans that hardly get zipped
So zip it, I got this shit, real hip hop in 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 these rappers y'all calling
I stomped the red carpet my dick
And throw tomatoes at the podium for whack that y'all niggas get
Then stand up and scream then dip
And smack a legend on the way out of that
Cause I big up the elite
The elite can get it too, you all fit my feet
You all victims, all when 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 with these bars
It was brave, you took a chance a Monopoly card
Put that telly you trying to check in, that property is
Can't get a W on Broadway, I'm New all day
Yeah, that's where the stay
You no hear that
A hundred running at you chief like Okoye
Last time in I was kicking it with Jorge
I rocked with some cons out west the boy Ye
But I don't king even though my name ring
And I had China in the Bay, we Beijing
Rodeo to Daygo telling you the same thing
Chico be in Sacramento so much he can king
But that's the west coast, I'm from coast
I'll leave the of LA to Dre, I was this close
To stay at Aftermath, but lamped out a Genie
But Dre you such a gangster and [?] you're a sweetie
And what, I'm a free agent again if y'all never need me
But back to bars, I'm hungry, this beat is gon' feed the needy
Y'all looking like ziti, zucchini out in Tahiti
On Fiji with Erykah Badu's booty in a (haaaa!)
Your chick is a Precious, my side chick is a RiRi
I fuck her and take her out for fries in the
I a rap nigga, I'm a nigga that rap
Before this -- y'all saw the cypher, I ain't bringing that
Why should I recycle bars when my mind is a flight to
And any force I across was like rhyming inside a star
With the Universe on my back, your version is wack
I grab my extraterrestrial testicles I rap
And tell Earth suck it, the planet try it
I turn this bitch into the Independence Day without the drunk pilot
I love competition, a composition
Of destruction, putting in the composition
I'm Prime trucking your boulevard, just wishin'
That a star so I can go on a bombing mission
You raise the bar high, I set the bar
You gon' learn though, inferno a bonfire