Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Squad (Freestyle)

Niggas actin' like they're kings 'til i up on their throne
Take a piss, the ring, know it hurts, know it stings
Red on the beam... Flocka home
The kids misdirected and the cops are
Man they rattin' on other, then they back at home
like it never happened, backstabbin' wow
What's next? rapper dead, no flex
I'm at your head, who the best?
Cut the check, closed never get fed
Take the food off your plate, 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 their favorite
I'm still your favorite trapper's trapper
Fuck freestyles, kill 'em with the rhymes
And all you rappers better get in line
No subliminals, I'm gettin' off
Your clique is soft, let bitch kick it with a boss
We're two people from the bottom, we're just lanes
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, this the pistol and the
In the I ignite you - boom!
It's a fuckin' world and I'm sneezin' bricks
And we got grey tickets, on my shit
Break them chickens down, then we it
Re-press it, 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
Can't get to me, I shit differently
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 stage out the blueprint
Holler at the movement, I'm to lose it
And when I do, lay it down, ain't no fuckin'
like, "Flock, what up with EDM?"
Same rappers don't wanna see me win
50 for a verse, I don't need a friend
And I don't really like music, so why pretend?
And how you after you're famous?
Swear of you brainless, you rappers are aimless
You rappers are anus, I'm clappin' the
This accurate aimin', start droppin' names in
It's a new order

Made a 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, shit ain't just for fun
We to put our hands 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, man, keep workin'"
I know, Flocka!