Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Squad (Freestyle)

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

This the and the lion, this is David and Goliath
This and the Bible, this the pistol and the rifle
In the I ignite you - boom!
It's a cold world and I'm sneezin' bricks
And we got grey tickets, on my season
Break them down, then we season it
Re-press it, then send it, that's an easy
my enemies, they just envy me
Now business entities, it was meant to be
Squad life 'til they sentence me to
Can't get to me, I handle differently
We had shit, wonder why we lootin'
If he ain't got a pistol, why the he shootin'?
I think them drugs pollutant, stayed a student
But then I be on stage givin' out the blueprint
Holler at the movement, I'm about to it
And when I do, lay it down, ain't no movement
They like, "Flock, what up EDM?"
Same rappers lowkey wanna see me win
50 thou for a verse, I don't need a
And I don't like your music, so why pretend?
And how you gangbangin' after famous?
half of you brainless, you rappers are aimless
You rappers are anus, I'm clappin' the
This aimin', start droppin' your names in
It's a new world

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