Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Squad (Freestyle)

Niggas actin' like they're kings i walk up on their throne
Take a piss, kiss the ring, it hurts, know it stings
Red alert on the beam... home
The kids misdirected and the are wrong
Man they rattin' on other, then they back at home
Actin' like it never happened, wow
What's Another rapper dead, no flex
I'm at your head, who the best?
Cut the check, mouths never get fed
Take the off your plate, chew it in your face
I can't hear shit, moment of silence
Condonin' the violence if proposin' a rising
Their fan base mad I killed favorite rapper
I'm still your trapper's favorite trapper
freestyles, kill 'em with the written rhymes
And all you cokehead rappers better get in
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
I feel your pain, feel like I was born again

This the tiger and the lion, is David and Goliath
This and the Bible, this the pistol and the rifle
In the I ignite you - boom!
a cold fuckin' world and I'm sneezin' bricks
And we got tickets, on my season shit
Break chickens down, then we season it
Re-press it, send it, that's an easy flip
Crush my enemies, they envy me
Now it's entities, it was meant to be
Squad 'til they sentence me to centuries
Can't get to me, I handle shit
We had shit, wonder why we lootin'
If he got a pistol, why the fuck he shootin'?
I think drugs pollutant, should've stayed a student
But then I wouldn't be on stage out the blueprint
Holler at the movement, I'm about to it
And when I do, lay it down, no fuckin' movement
They like, "Flock, 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 like your music, so why pretend?
And how you gangbangin' you're famous?
Swear of you brainless, you rappers are aimless
You rappers are anus, I'm the stainless
This accurate aimin', start your names in
a new world order

Made a dollar out a quarter, made dollars out of quarters
Now the show's across the boarders and they're our daughters
And they're killin' all our sons, this shit 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!