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 Based, I'm very proper
You want the war, you bring troops
I the chopper
you niggas gay
Yeah, you gay
You faggot
And I'm adverse with 30 rhymes I let them it
Battlefield fast cash, you never grab it
I up with big blunts and Maseratis
Rick Ross, the new is Big Body
New Boys, you I been Rocky
Been as y'all, I been active
Ride on us, we get straps, no
you hold cars, we hold guns, Dodge Magnum
It's how he left with no comments
Never settle for nigga-rich, I'm rob em
Catch me with tiny pants, you think I'm nerdy
.45 got aim; 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 can't me
Waterfront and fam nigga, West Berkeley
And they ask I been, I been rappin'
You cars
You fag, I been gassin'
In my is blood, sweat and paint, cuz
It's a shame they don't know my name, Blood
Lil B: I trees in all seasons
Think I'm 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 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 like my name, bitch
BasedGod your girl, she could suck on it
Put money on God and I on him
hate! I rocked out like Philly rock
Real street-like, a New York block
your ass like 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 like
Don't I never fold like napkins
Real goon, I'm just like Baskins
a real boy like Osama
Been played, I been beat, I drama
X-Man on defense, the street
up in deep tints & deep dish
Never thought I'd come I fooled you!
watchin', I cursed you it's Voodoo
Been locked in, Mach-10s and
Leave his head split and no Cochran to him
What? You niggas wish I'd of the Big League
At my lowest point, sacrifice to bread
XMR - call bitch and get head
She don't really like possum, she play dead
Riding up top. Real in big box
Say the pack bitch nigga the pack hot
All new niggas is my sons, the new boys
Fuck you rap niggas: new guns and new
Infrared beam you dream the truth, boy
Semi-auto rounds make you scream Luke, boy
Only other thing that I did is die yet
I don't that 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 house: I'm stampeding death threats
Think you hard: I bust a nut like sex
Think you real? nigga, a hood vet
Lil B: I'm BasedGod with no
Incest, fuck your bruh and fuck bitch
No homo.. fuck life, I'm getting rich
I'm illegal, I move bricks
No Love for dog like New pits
Doctor! I help, the game's sick
Lil B a fuck about the fame, bitch