Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Squad (Freestyle)

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

This the tiger and the lion, this is and Goliath
Qua-ran and the Bible, this the pistol and the rifle
In the I ignite you - boom!
It's a fuckin' world and I'm sneezin' bricks
And we got tickets, on my season shit
them chickens down, then we season it
Re-press it, 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
Can't get to me, I handle shit
We never had shit, why we lootin'
If he ain't got a pistol, why the fuck he
I think them drugs pollutant, should've a student
But then I wouldn't be on givin' out the blueprint
Holler at the movement, I'm to lose it
And I do, lay it down, ain't no fuckin' movement
They like, "Flock, what up EDM?"
rappers lowkey don't wanna see me win
50 thou for a verse, I don't need a
And I don't really your music, so why pretend?
And how you gangbangin' after you're
Swear half of you brainless, you are aimless
You are anus, I'm clappin' the stainless
This aimin', start droppin' your names in
It's a new world

Made a dollar out a quarter, made some dollars out of
Now the show's across the boarders and they're our daughters
And they're killin' all our sons, this 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 class by McClurkin
He said, "God got a plan, young man, workin'"
I know, Flocka!