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 on the beam... Flocka home
The misdirected and the cops are wrong
Man they rattin' on each other, they back at home
like it never happened, backstabbin' wow
What's next? rapper dead, no flex
I'm goin' at head, who the best?
Cut the check, closed mouths get fed
Take the food off plate, chew it in your face
I can't your shit, moment of silence
Condonin' the violence if 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 written
And all you cokehead rappers better get in
No subliminals, I'm gettin' off
clique 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

the tiger and the lion, this is David and Goliath
This and the Bible, this the pistol and the rifle
In the I ignite you - boom!
It's a cold world and I'm sneezin' bricks
And we got tickets, on my season shit
them chickens down, then we season it
Re-press it, then send it, that's an flip
Crush my enemies, they just me
Now it's entities, it was meant to be
Squad life 'til they me to centuries
Can't get to me, I shit differently
We had shit, wonder why we lootin'
If he ain't got a pistol, why the he shootin'?
I them drugs pollutant, should've stayed a student
But then I wouldn't be on stage out the blueprint
at the movement, I'm about to lose it
And when I do, lay it down, no fuckin' movement
They like, "Flock, up with EDM?"
Same rappers lowkey don't see me win
50 thou for a verse, I don't a friend
And I don't like your music, so why pretend?
And how you gangbangin' after famous?
Swear half of you brainless, you rappers are
You rappers are anus, I'm clappin' the
This aimin', start droppin' your names in
It's a new order

Made a dollar out a quarter, made some out of quarters
Now the show's across the boarders and they're slaughterin' our
And they're killin' all our sons, this ain't just for fun
We used to put our hands up and box on the
Now you put your up and get shot by a cop
I sat first by Donnie McClurkin
He said, "God got a plan, man, keep workin'"
I know, Flocka!