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 the chopper
you niggas gay
Yeah, you gay
You fuckin'
And I'm with 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 active
Ride on us, we get straps, no
you hold cars, we hold guns, Dodge Magnum
It's tragic how he left no comments
Never settle for nigga-rich, I'm rob em
Catch me slippin' with tiny pants, you think I'm
.45 got aim; I throw curvy
My game, I run the court, I'm James
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 West
And they ask where I been, I rappin'
You drive
You fag, I been gassin'
In my eyes is blood, 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 that I'm Based God, and that
Spit sick, I spit rhymes, I spit
I Drake, I ain't come in the game rich
Fuck you if you don't feel my game,
you if you don't like my name, bitch
BasedGod tell girl, she could suck on it
Put on God and I bust on him
hate! I rocked out like Philly rock
Real street-like, a New York block
Beat ass like a New York City cop
a Rah Digga, a mind-figure
Fuck crackers, hoes & fuck niggas
Fuck her, you & fuck me
Lil B: I'm back bitch, I heat
Post up, I dimes and fat zips
Got crack: the cats come catnip
Don't trip: I never fold napkins
Real goon, I'm just Robbin' Baskins
Anthrax a boy like Osama
Been played, I beat, I love drama
X-Man on defense, the street
Riding up in deep tints & dish
Never thought I'd come hard? I you!
Been watchin', I cursed you it's
Been locked in, and Mac-10s
Leave his head and no Cochran to back him
What? You niggas wish I'd fall of the Big
At my lowest point, to make bread
XMR - call your and get head
She really like you: possum, she play dead
up top. Real niggas in big box
Say the pack dead? bitch nigga the hot
All these new is my sons, the new boys
Fuck you rap niggas: new and new toys
Infrared beam make you the truth, boy
rounds make you scream like Luke, boy
Only other thing I ain't did is die yet
I don't like mindset, nigga, it's the grind-set
They way you watch it could be a Timex
You not a threat: my rap is bomb threats
Stay in your house: I'm stampeding with death
Think you hard: I bust a nut good sex
Think you real? Obey nigga, a vet
Lil B: I'm BasedGod with no
Incest, your bruh and fuck your bitch
No homo.. fuck your life, I'm rich
Mexican: I'm illegal, I move
No Love for dog hoes New pits
Doctor! I need help, the sick
Lil B give a fuck about the fame,