Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Squad (Freestyle)

Niggas actin' they're kings 'til i walk up on their throne
a piss, kiss the ring, know it hurts, know it stings
Red alert on the beam... home
The kids and the cops are wrong
Man they rattin' on each other, then they at home
Actin' like it happened, backstabbin' wow
What's Another rapper dead, no flex
I'm at your 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
Condonin' the violence if you're a rising
fan base mad I killed their favorite rapper
I'm still favorite trapper's favorite trapper
Fuck freestyles, kill 'em with the written
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 different
Cole I feel your pain, feel like I was again

This the tiger and the lion, this is David and
This Qua-ran and the Bible, the pistol and the rifle
In the cypher I you - boom!
It's a cold fuckin' world and I'm bricks
And we got grey tickets, on my season
Break them chickens down, then we it
Re-press it, then send it, that's an flip
my enemies, they just envy me
Now it's business entities, it was to be
Squad life 'til sentence me to centuries
Can't get to me, I shit differently
We had shit, wonder why we lootin'
If he ain't got a pistol, why the he shootin'?
I think them drugs pollutant, should've 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, no fuckin' movement
like, "Flock, what up with EDM?"
Same rappers lowkey don't see me win
50 thou for a verse, I need a friend
And I don't really your music, so why pretend?
And how you after you're famous?
half of you brainless, you rappers are aimless
You are anus, I'm clappin' the stainless
accurate aimin', start droppin' your names in
It's a new order

a dollar out a quarter, made some dollars out of quarters
Now the show's across the boarders and they're slaughterin' our
And they're killin' all our sons, this shit just for fun
We used to put our hands up and box on the
Now you put your up and get shot by a cop
I sat first class by Donnie
He said, "God got a plan, man, keep workin'"
I know, Flocka!