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 your troops
I bring the
you niggas gay
Yeah, you gay
You fuckin'
And I'm adverse with 30 rhymes I let have it
Battlefield with cash, you never grab it
I post up with big and Maseratis
Rick Ross, the new is Big Body
New Boys, you I been Rocky
Been cocky as y'all, I active
on us, we get straps, no riff-raff
Then you hold cars, we guns, Dodge Magnum
It's how he left with no comments
Never for nigga-rich, I'm gonna rob em
Catch me with tiny pants, you think I'm nerdy
.45 got nice I throw curvy
My game, I run the court, I'm James
From the block, I'm from the bricks New Jersey
I did court, I did jail, you hurt me
and fam nigga, it's West Berkeley
And ask where I been, I been rappin'
You drive
You fag, I been gassin'
In my eyes is blood, and paint, cuz
It's a shame that they 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 that I'm God, and that's that
Spit sick, I spit rhymes, I spit
I ain't Drake, I ain't in the game rich
Fuck you if you 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 rock
Real street-like, a New York City
Beat your ass a New York 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 like catnip
Don't trip: I fold like napkins
Real goon, I'm just like Baskins
a real boy like Osama
Been played, I been beat, I love
X-Man on defense, the street
Riding up in deep tints & dish
Never thought I'd come I fooled you!
Been watchin', I cursed you Voodoo
locked in, Mach-10s and Mac-10s
Leave his split and no Cochran to back him
What? You niggas wish I'd of the Big League
At my lowest point, sacrifice to bread
XMR - your bitch and get head
She really like you: possum, she play dead
Riding up top. niggas in big box
Say the dead? bitch nigga the pack hot
All these new niggas is my sons, the new
you rap niggas: new guns and new toys
Infrared beam you dream the truth, boy
rounds make you scream like Luke, boy
Only other thing I ain't did is die yet
I don't like that mindset, nigga, the grind-set
They way you watch this it could be a
You not a threat: my rap flow is bomb
Stay in your house: I'm stampeding with death
Think you hard: I a nut like good sex
Think you real? Obey nigga, a vet
Lil B: I'm with no stress
Incest, fuck your and fuck your bitch
No homo.. fuck your life, I'm rich
Mexican: I'm illegal, I bricks
No Love for dog hoes New pits
Doctor! I need help, the game's
Lil B a fuck about the fame, bitch