Luyện nghe bài hát Control (Remix)

Uh,
King,
Zero!
I got it

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You are now havin' your made
With extra mayonnaise, 808's, and a hand
Cause any man could get played in my all in
I mean my flow words like the log in page, ugh
See how my words do?
I put my log in your girl cause we past too
Your BM just sent me a DM and you be chasin' hooker
You steady stalkin' her Twitter, she me face when I booked her
She treat me like the Facebook logo, that's a slut
In other words, she blew me cause I f'in blew up
Acknowledge my knowledge is polished, cowards get dropped
Man my could make a suicide pilot 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 my bowels
Like I took a vitamin, something vitializing my
Im the truth times two, I ain't lies you should bow
(Paow, paow, paow) I'm taking shots in the
While shots of the dog I'm taking shots at your thoughts
You can take these shots from a vet while I'm taking shots at your
gon have to have me shackled and tackled at tabernacles
While havin my adams apple detached in a baptist
While by the fastest travelin javelin
While attached to a dragging a cage
These niggas go trap me and I'm laughing, while I'm lapping em
colaspe as I'm passin em
Man I'm coming with the K, like the lackin
I'm Jordan from the free throw while every frame is in mo
And every fan in the stands got the head in hands like "oh no"
Somebody get the promo, so somebody flick the
And somebody stitch the logo, cause I'm bodying shit bro bro
Get it? You don't get it? My nigga, you get it
I'm bodying this shit, his logo had his body in it.
Oh my ice tea, coco, ice cube, vanilla ice, Tom and Vanilla Sky
Tell guys that I'm hella nice, right
I spit it tear wind, the air pin
I'm wicked son, these niggas like hair pins
Amateur, I handle bars
And you just Jodie, putting bikes together in man's garage
Dammit dog, I this guy
I ain't talking no rapper, I said "fold the sky" nigga
In half and the worse grin
As I write a verse in that reverses the earth spin
You worse than a skid nigga who popped off then flee
I got a flow that can lock in and knock the off a flea
Yeah I'm a King, I'm I could never dream of defeat
I could Dr. King a speech while I Rodney the beat
You the victim nigga, I'm saying the vicious scriptures
You in denial like you bathe in Egyptian rivers
I wrote in Hieroglyphics, I'm focused and I am gifted
I hope that I just provoked you to notice I am different
I feel so blessed I should mention, I pushed the of extension
Much higher my type of talent requires special
Kendrick I you genius, J. Cole got these niggas worried
Big KRIT is a southern killer, Wale is a
been pushing so long he truly defines a hustler
Meek did his time like a G, back home and shined on them suckas
A$AP the facets of fashion
Snatching the of brandin his whole fam and a no man demanding a presence
This nigga Drake on the mic and act
So many he fucked around and brought light skin back
And Big Sean you did it, no you really did it, no
You putting the D on I could see the future, no
Get it? Dion Warwick, I went to war wit critics like Jay
Let him see my exhibit, get it? C
I make a segway to Tyler, my future's odd, I salute you dog
Mac Miller, young white boy track killer, gotta that
I think real rap back,
King...