Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Squad (Freestyle)

Niggas actin' like kings 'til i walk up on their throne
Take a piss, kiss the ring, know it hurts, know it
Red alert on the beam... Flocka
The kids misdirected and the are wrong
Man they rattin' on each other, they back at home
Actin' like it happened, backstabbin' wow
What's Another rapper dead, no flex
I'm goin' at your head, who the
Cut the check, mouths never get fed
Take the food off your plate, it in your face
I hear your shit, moment of silence
Condonin' the violence if you're a rising
Their fan base mad I their favorite rapper
I'm still your favorite trapper's trapper
Fuck freestyles, kill 'em with the rhymes
And all you cokehead rappers get in line
No subliminals, I'm direct off
Your is soft, let your bitch kick it with a boss
We're two people from the bottom, just different lanes
Cole I feel your pain, feel 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 cold fuckin' world and I'm 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, 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 shit
We never had shit, wonder why we
If he ain't got a pistol, why the he shootin'?
I think them drugs pollutant, stayed a student
But then I be on stage givin' out the blueprint
at the movement, I'm about to lose it
And when I do, lay it down, ain't no fuckin'
They like, "Flock, what up EDM?"
Same rappers lowkey wanna see me win
50 thou for a verse, I need a friend
And I don't like your music, so why pretend?
And how you gangbangin' you're famous?
Swear half of you brainless, you rappers are
You are anus, I'm clappin' the stainless
accurate aimin', start droppin' your names in
It's a new world

Made a dollar out a quarter, some 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 hands up and box on the
Now you put your hands up and get by a cop
I sat first class by McClurkin
He said, "God got a plan, young man, workin'"
I know, Flocka!