Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Squad (Freestyle)

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

This the tiger and the lion, this is David and
Qua-ran and the Bible, this the pistol and the rifle
In the I ignite you - boom!
It's a cold fuckin' and I'm sneezin' bricks
And we got tickets, on my season shit
Break them chickens down, then we it
it, then send it, that's an easy flip
Crush my enemies, they envy me
Now it's business entities, it was to be
Squad 'til they sentence me to centuries
get to me, I handle shit differently
We had shit, wonder why we lootin'
If he ain't got a pistol, why the fuck he
I think them drugs pollutant, should've stayed a
But I wouldn't 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
like, "Flock, what up with EDM?"
Same lowkey don't wanna see me win
50 thou for a verse, I don't need a
And I don't really like your music, so why
And how you gangbangin' after famous?
Swear of you brainless, you rappers are aimless
You rappers are anus, I'm clappin' the
This accurate aimin', start droppin' your in
a new world order

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