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 on the beam... Flocka home
The misdirected and the cops are wrong
Man they rattin' on each other, they back at home
Actin' like it never happened, wow
What's Another rapper dead, no flex
I'm goin' at head, who the best?
Cut the check, closed never get fed
Take the food off your plate, chew it in your
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 trapper's favorite trapper
Fuck freestyles, kill 'em with the rhymes
And all you cokehead rappers get in line
No subliminals, I'm gettin' off
Your clique is soft, let your bitch kick it a boss
We're two people from the bottom, we're just lanes
Cole I feel your pain, feel like I was again

This the tiger and the lion, is David and Goliath
This Qua-ran and the Bible, this the and the rifle
In the cypher I you - boom!
It's a cold world and I'm sneezin' bricks
And we got tickets, on my season shit
Break them down, then we season it
Re-press it, then it, that's an easy flip
Crush my enemies, they just me
Now it's entities, it was meant to be
Squad life they sentence me to centuries
Can't get to me, I handle differently
We never had shit, why we lootin'
If he ain't got a pistol, why the fuck he
I think drugs pollutant, should've stayed a student
But then I wouldn't be on stage givin' out the
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 wanna see me win
50 for a verse, I don't need a friend
And I don't really like your music, so why
And how you gangbangin' after you're
Swear of you brainless, you rappers are aimless
You rappers are anus, I'm the stainless
This aimin', start droppin' your names in
a new world order

Made a dollar out a quarter, made dollars out of quarters
Now the show's across the and they're 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 your hands up and get by a cop
I sat first by Donnie McClurkin
He said, "God got a plan, man, keep workin'"
I know, Flocka!