Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Remix)

Uh,
King,
Zero!
I got it

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You are now your sandwich made
extra mayonnaise, 808's, and a hand grenade
Cause any man could get played in my all in
I mean my flow pass like the log in page, ugh
See how my last do?
I put my log in your girl cause we words too
Your BM just me a DM and you be chasin' that hooker
You steady her Twitter, she gave me face when I booked her
She treat me like the Facebook logo, a true slut
In words, she f'in blew me cause I f'in blew up
Acknowledge my knowledge is polished, cowards get power
Man my flow could make a suicide apologize
I'm piling guys in a pile, a pile of guys on pals
I silently swear I'll kill'em, I'm finalizing my
I'm shitting on them, I'm vitalizing my
Like I took a vitamin, something my bowels
Im the truth times two, I ain't inviting you should bow
(Paow, paow, paow) I'm shots in the dark
While shots of the dog I'm taking shots at your thoughts
You can these shots from a vet while I'm taking shots at your dogs
They gon to have me shackled and tackled at tabernacles
While havin my adams detached in a baptist chapel
attacked by the fastest travelin javelin
While attached to a dragon dragging a
These niggas go trap me and while I'm laughing, I'm lapping em
colaspe as I'm passin em
Man I'm coming with the K, the lackin potassium
I'm from the free throw while every frame is in slow mo
And every fan in the stands got the head in they like "oh no"
get the promo, so somebody flick the photo
And somebody the logo, cause I'm bodying this shit bro bro
Get it? You get it? My nigga, you gotta get it
I'm this shit, his logo had his whole body in it.
Oh my ice tea, coco, ice cube, vanilla ice, Tom and Vanilla Sky
these guys that I'm hella nice, right
When I spit it wind, the air pin
I'm wicked son, these niggas buns like pins
Amateur, I scientifically bars
And you just Jodie, bikes together in your man's garage
Dammit dog, I fold guy
I ain't talking no rapper, I said "fold the sky" nigga
In half and disperse the worse
As I write a verse in reverse that reverses the spin
You worse than a skid nigga who popped off then flee
I got a flow that can in and knock the wings off a flea
I'm a King, I'm elite I could never dream of defeat
I could Dr. King a while I Rodney King the beat
You playing the victim nigga, I'm the vicious scriptures
You niggas in denial like you in Egyptian rivers
I wrote this in Hieroglyphics, I'm and I am gifted
I hope that I just provoked you to notice I am different
I feel so blessed I mention, I pushed the depths of extension
Much my type of talent requires special attention
I think you genius, J. Cole got these niggas worried
Big KRIT is a southern killer, is a visionary
Pusha been pushing so he truly defines a hustler
Meek did his time like a G, came home and shined on them suckas
A$AP mastered the facets of
Snatching the of brandin his whole fam and a no man demanding a presence
This nigga nice on the mic and act
So many hits he around and brought light skin back
And Big you did it, no you really did it, no bullshitting
You putting the D on I see the future, no Warwick
Get it? Dion Warwick, I went to war wit like Jay Eleca'
Let him see my exhibit, get it? C
I exquisitely make a to Tyler, my future's odd, I salute you dog
Mac Miller, young white boy track killer, gotta feel
I think real rap back,
King...