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 no different, I'm listening, you the king of New York?
Lil homie you ain't the of New York, you the next thing on my fork
The messenger all them rings on that horse
Carrying king's 'til I kick you in the chest
And you cough and 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 maybe I'm not on your
You you ain't gotta acknowledge my clique
Either way, I personal train beat, it gotta get ripped
You rich rappers can't respond all the dollars you get
Gangsta rappers can't with hollows and clips
And you fashion rappers wear the kind of jeans that 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 turn, I'm immune to these rappers y'all calling sick
I stomped the red holding my dick
And throw tomatoes at the podium for whack awards y'all niggas get
Then stand up and scream then dip
And smack a on the way out of that bitch
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 missing like a whino teeth
can get it
Old nigga, new nigga, him nigga, you
One nigga, two nigga, a few
I do harm with these bars
It was brave, you took a chance like a 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 the boss stay
You no hear that
A hundred Ricans at you chief like Okoye
time in Compton I was kicking it with Jorge
I rocked with some out west like the boy Ye
But I don't claim king though my name ring
And I had in the Bay, we call Beijing
Rodeo to Daygo they telling you the thing
Chico be in Sacramento so he can claim king
But the west coast, I'm from this 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 gangster and [?] you're a sweetie
And guess what, I'm a free agent 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, out in Tahiti
On Fiji with Erykah booty in a bikini (haaaa!)
Your chick is a Precious, my side chick is a RiRi
I her and take her out for fries in the panini
I ain't a rap nigga, I'm a that rap
this -- y'all saw the cypher, I ain't bringing that back
Why should I recycle when my mind is a flight to Mars?
And any force I came across was rhyming inside a star
With the Universe on my back, your human version is
I grab my extraterrestrial when I rap
And tell Earth suck it, tell the try it
I turn this bitch into the Independence Day the lucky drunk pilot
I love competition, constructing a
Of destruction, Destructicons in the composition
I'm Optimus Prime trucking your boulevard, wishin'
That a star so I can go on a bombing mission
You raise the bar high, I set the bar
You gon' though, inferno scorch a bonfire