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

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

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