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

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

- Lil B]
I'm militant, I'm very Based, I'm proper
You want the war, you bring your
I bring the
Cause you gay
Yeah, you gay
You faggot
And I'm adverse with 30 rhymes I let them it
with fast cash, you never grab it
I post up big blunts and Maseratis
Ross, the new whip is Big Body
New Boys, you bitch-niggas I been
Been as y'all, I been active
on us, we get straps, no riff-raff
Then you cars, we hold guns, Dodge Magnum
tragic how he left with no comments
Never settle for nigga-rich, I'm rob em
me slippin' with tiny pants, you think I'm nerdy
.45 got aim; I throw curvy
My game, I run the court, I'm Worthy
the block, I'm from the bricks 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 drive
You fag, I been gassin'
In my is blood, sweat and paint, cuz
It's a shame that don't know my name, Blood
Lil B: I blow trees in all
Think I'm slippin? out! For no reason
I met pain, I met God, I met
They all say that I'm Based God, and that
Spit sick, I rhymes, I spit facts
I ain't Drake, I ain't come in the game
you if you don't feel my game, bitch
Fuck you if you don't 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 like Philly
Real street-like, a New York City
Beat your ass like a New York cop
Flipmode a Rah Digga, a
Fuck crackers, hoes & fuck niggas
Fuck her, you & fuck me
Lil B: I'm back bitch, I spit
up, I sell dimes and fat zips
Got crack: the cats come like
Don't I never fold like napkins
Real goon, I'm just Robbin' like
a real boy like Osama
Been played, I beat, I love drama
on defense, the street shit
Riding up in deep tints & deep
Never thought I'd come hard? I you!
Been watchin', I cursed you it's
Been locked in, Mach-10s and
Leave his head split and no Cochran to him
What? You wish I'd fall of the Big League
At my lowest point, sacrifice to make
XMR - call your and get head
She don't really you: possum, she play dead
Riding up top. niggas in big box
Say the pack dead? bitch the pack hot
All new niggas is my sons, the new boys
Fuck you rap new guns and new toys
Infrared make you dream the truth, boy
rounds make you scream like Luke, boy
Only thing that I ain't did is die yet
I don't like mindset, nigga, it's the grind-set
They way you watch this it could be a
You not a threat: my rap is bomb threats
in your house: I'm stampeding with death threats
Think you hard: I a nut like good sex
Think you real? Obey nigga, a vet
Lil B: I'm BasedGod no stress
Incest, fuck your bruh and fuck bitch
No homo.. your life, I'm getting rich
Mexican: I'm illegal, I bricks
No Love for dog hoes like New
Doctor! I need help, the sick
Lil B give a fuck about the fame,