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

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

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