Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Squad (Freestyle)

Niggas actin' like they're kings 'til i up on their throne
a piss, kiss the ring, know it hurts, know it stings
Red alert on the beam... home
The kids misdirected and the are wrong
Man they rattin' on each other, then they back at
Actin' like it never happened, 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 plate, chew it in your face
I hear your shit, moment of silence
Condonin' the violence if proposin' a rising
Their fan base mad I their favorite rapper
I'm still favorite trapper's favorite trapper
Fuck freestyles, 'em with the written rhymes
And all you cokehead rappers better get in
No subliminals, I'm direct 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 I was born again

This the tiger and the lion, is David and Goliath
This Qua-ran and the Bible, the pistol and the rifle
In the cypher I you - boom!
It's a fuckin' world and I'm sneezin' bricks
And we got tickets, on my season shit
Break them chickens down, we season it
it, then send it, that's an easy flip
Crush my enemies, they envy me
Now business entities, it was meant to be
Squad life 'til they me to centuries
get to me, I handle shit differently
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 wouldn't be on givin' out the blueprint
Holler at the movement, I'm to lose it
And when I do, lay it down, no fuckin' movement
They like, "Flock, what up EDM?"
Same lowkey don't wanna 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 gangbangin' you're famous?
Swear half of you brainless, you rappers are
You rappers are anus, I'm the stainless
This accurate aimin', start droppin' your in
It's a new order

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