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

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

- Lil B]
I'm militant, I'm very Based, I'm proper
You the war, you bring your troops
I the chopper
Cause you gay
Yeah, you gay
You fuckin'
And I'm adverse 30 rhymes I let them have it
Battlefield with fast cash, you grab it
I post up with big and Maseratis
Ross, the new whip is Big Body
New Boys, you bitch-niggas I Rocky
Been cocky as y'all, I been
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
Catch me slippin' tiny pants, you think I'm nerdy
.45 got nice aim; I throw
My game, I run the court, I'm Worthy
From the block, I'm from the like New Jersey
I did court, I did jail, you hurt me
Waterfront and fam nigga, it's Berkeley
And they ask where I been, I rappin'
You drive
You fuckin' fag, I been
In my eyes is blood, and paint, cuz
a shame 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 that I'm Based God, and that's
Spit sick, I spit rhymes, I spit
I ain't Drake, I ain't come in the rich
you if you don't feel my game, bitch
Fuck you if you like my name, bitch
BasedGod tell your girl, she could on it
Put money on God and I on him
Don't hate! I out like Philly rock
Real street-like, a New City block
Beat ass like a New York City cop
a Rah Digga, a mind-figure
Fuck crackers, fuck hoes & niggas
Fuck her, you & fuck me
Lil B: I'm back bitch, I spit
up, I sell dimes and fat zips
Got crack: the come like catnip
Don't I never fold like napkins
goon, I'm just Robbin' like Baskins
Anthrax a boy like Osama
Been played, I been beat, I love
X-Man on defense, the shit
Riding up in deep tints & deep
Never thought I'd hard? I fooled you!
Been watchin', I cursed you it's
locked in, Mach-10s and Mac-10s
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 make
XMR - call your and get head
She don't like you: possum, she play dead
Riding up top. Real in big box
Say the dead? bitch nigga the pack hot
All these new is my sons, the new boys
you rap niggas: new guns and new toys
Infrared beam you dream the truth, boy
Semi-auto make you scream like Luke, boy
Only thing that I ain't did is die yet
I like that mindset, nigga, it's the grind-set
They way you watch this it could be a
You not a my rap flow is bomb threats
Stay in your house: I'm stampeding death threats
Think you hard: I a nut like good sex
Think you Obey nigga, a hood vet
Lil B: I'm with no stress
Incest, fuck your bruh and fuck your
No homo.. fuck life, I'm getting 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