Luyện nghe bài hát Death Of Rap (D.O.R)

- Lil B]
Fuck the rap
the death of the rap game
Fuck the
I'm God
Lil B

- Lil B]
I'm militant, I'm Based, I'm very proper
You want the war, you bring troops
I bring the
you niggas gay
Yeah, you gay
You faggot
And I'm with 30 rhymes I let them have it
Battlefield with cash, you never grab it
I up with big blunts and Maseratis
Ross, the new whip is Big Body
New Boys, you bitch-niggas I Rocky
cocky as y'all, I been active
Ride on us, we get straps, no
Then you hold cars, we guns, Dodge Magnum
It's tragic how he left with no
Never settle for nigga-rich, I'm rob em
Catch me slippin' with tiny pants, you I'm nerdy
.45 got aim; I throw curvy
My game, I run the court, I'm Worthy
From the block, I'm from the like New Jersey
I did court, I did jail, you can't me
Waterfront and fam nigga, West Berkeley
And ask where I been, I been rappin'
You cars
You fag, I been gassin'
In my is blood, sweat and paint, cuz
It's a shame that they know my name, Blood
Lil B: I trees in all seasons
Think I'm slippin? out! For no reason
I met pain, I met God, I met
all say that I'm Based God, and that's that
Spit sick, I spit rhymes, I facts
I ain't Drake, I ain't come in the game
Fuck you if you feel my game, bitch
you if you don't like my name, bitch
BasedGod tell your girl, she could on it
Put money on God and I on him
Don't hate! I rocked out Philly rock
street-like, a New York City block
Beat your ass a New York City cop
a Rah Digga, a mind-figure
Fuck crackers, fuck & fuck niggas
her, fuck you & fuck me
Lil B: I'm back bitch, I spit
Post up, I sell dimes and fat
Got crack: the cats come catnip
Don't trip: I never fold napkins
Real goon, I'm just Robbin' like
Anthrax a real boy Osama
Been played, I beat, I love drama
on defense, the street shit
Riding up in deep & deep dish
Never thought I'd come I fooled you!
Been watchin', I cursed you Voodoo
Been locked in, and Mac-10s
Leave his head split and no to back him
What? You niggas I'd fall of the Big League
At my point, sacrifice to make bread
XMR - call your bitch and get
She don't like you: possum, she play dead
up top. Real niggas in big box
Say the pack dead? bitch the pack hot
All these new is my sons, the new boys
you rap niggas: new guns and new toys
Infrared beam you dream the truth, boy
Semi-auto rounds you scream like Luke, boy
Only other thing I ain't did is die yet
I don't like that mindset, nigga, it's the
way you watch this it could be a Timex
You not a my rap flow is bomb threats
Stay in your house: I'm stampeding death threats
Think you hard: I bust a nut good sex
Think you real? nigga, a hood vet
Lil B: I'm BasedGod no stress
Incest, your bruh and fuck your bitch
No homo.. fuck your life, I'm rich
Mexican: I'm illegal, I move
No Love for dog hoes like New
Doctor! I need help, the game's
Lil B give a about the fame, bitch