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 very
You want the war, you bring your
I the chopper
you niggas gay
Yeah, you gay
You fuckin'
And I'm with 30 rhymes I let them have it
Battlefield with cash, you never grab it
I post up with big blunts and
Rick Ross, the new is Big Body
New Boys, you I been 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 with no comments
Never for nigga-rich, I'm gonna rob em
Catch me slippin' with tiny pants, you think I'm
.45 got nice aim; I throw
My game, I run the court, I'm James
From the block, I'm the bricks like New Jersey
I did court, I did jail, you hurt me
Waterfront and fam nigga, West Berkeley
And they ask where I been, I been
You drive
You fuckin' fag, I gassin'
In my is blood, sweat and paint, cuz
It's a that they don't know my name, Blood
Lil B: I blow trees in all
Think I'm Find 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
tell your girl, she could suck on it
Put money on God and I on him
Don't hate! I rocked out Philly rock
Real street-like, a New York City
Beat your ass a New York City cop
Flipmode a Rah Digga, a
Fuck crackers, fuck & fuck niggas
Fuck her, you & fuck me
Lil B: I'm back bitch, I spit
Post up, I dimes and fat zips
Got crack: the cats come catnip
Don't I never fold like napkins
Real goon, I'm just Robbin' like
Anthrax a real boy like
played, I been beat, I love drama
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
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 point, sacrifice to make bread
XMR - call bitch and get head
She don't really like you: possum, she dead
Riding up top. niggas in big box
Say the pack bitch nigga the pack hot
All these new niggas is my sons, the new
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 watch this it be a Timex
You not a threat: my rap is bomb threats
Stay in your I'm stampeding with death threats
Think you hard: I bust a nut like sex
Think you Obey nigga, a hood vet
Lil B: I'm with no stress
Incest, fuck your and fuck your bitch
No homo.. fuck life, I'm getting rich
Mexican: I'm illegal, I bricks
No for dog hoes like New pits
Doctor! I need help, the sick
Lil B give a fuck about the fame,