Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Squad (Freestyle)

Niggas actin' like they're kings i walk up on their throne
Take a piss, kiss the ring, it hurts, know it stings
Red alert on the beam... home
The kids misdirected and the cops are
Man they rattin' on other, then they back at home
Actin' it never happened, backstabbin' wow
What's next? rapper dead, no flex
I'm goin' at head, who the best?
Cut the check, closed mouths get fed
Take the food off your plate, chew it in face
I can't hear your shit, of silence
the violence if you're proposin' a rising
Their fan base mad I killed favorite rapper
I'm still favorite trapper's favorite trapper
Fuck freestyles, kill 'em with the rhymes
And all you cokehead rappers get in line
No subliminals, I'm direct off
Your clique is soft, let your bitch kick it a boss
We're two people from the bottom, we're just different
Cole I feel pain, feel like I was born again

This the tiger and the lion, this is and Goliath
This Qua-ran and the Bible, the pistol and the rifle
In the I ignite you - boom!
It's a cold fuckin' world and I'm sneezin'
And we got tickets, on my season shit
Break them down, then we season it
it, then send it, that's an easy flip
Crush my enemies, just envy me
Now business entities, it was meant to be
Squad life 'til they sentence me to
get to me, I handle shit differently
We never had shit, wonder why we
If he ain't got a pistol, why the fuck he
I think them drugs pollutant, should've a student
But I wouldn't be on stage givin' out the blueprint
at the movement, I'm about to lose it
And I do, lay it down, ain't no fuckin' movement
They like, "Flock, what up EDM?"
Same rappers don't wanna see me win
50 thou for a verse, I don't need a
And I really like your music, so why pretend?
And how you gangbangin' after famous?
Swear half of you brainless, you are aimless
You are anus, I'm clappin' the stainless
This accurate aimin', droppin' your names in
a new world order

Made a out a quarter, made some dollars out of quarters
Now the show's the boarders and they're slaughterin' our daughters
And they're killin' all our sons, shit ain't just for fun
We used to put our hands up and box on the
Now you put hands up and get shot by a cop
I sat first by Donnie McClurkin
He said, "God got a plan, young man, workin'"
I know, Flocka!