Luyện nghe bài hát Free Meal (Horseshoe Gang Diss)

[Intro:
Horseshit Gang is
For real, like from a artist's perspective they are fucking amateurs
They have no idea what doing
just rap fast and think it's dope

[Verse 1:
You're now to feel the wrath of Hopsin, Dizzy Wright and Benton
Your careers was ended the moment I was mentioned
This rap shit is my
Sorry Crooked I but sending Horseshit in to us wasn't a wise decision
a setback for sure
Not only on they weak careers but it's a on yours
So step back, the rain, the suffer and pain
You a problem?
Here's a death match, war
Horseshit Gang they straight lame, all four suck
I put on this battle, you put yours up?
You bums couldn't afford a sweater from Nordstrom's
this shit is finished, niggas better reward us
My girl's 'gram has more likes than yours
How does it feel to have never on a tour bus?
It's probably similar to alcohol on a cut
You suck; in other words niggas, you're fucked
You really thought we wouldn't stop Please
you mean? We'll puncture you and watch you bleed
See I the game daily like the cops do streets
I'm too beast, niggas we rock you; Queen
For real, it's like your is invisible, dang
You don't even residuals, game
your predictable lane
Your song sucks so you getting no fame
Nobody even knows you nigga's names

2: Jarren Benton]
Y'all done in some horse shit
I'll you horseshoe niggas to corpses
For a dollar and a snack I bet they a horse dick
I ain't want to murk but fuck it, you niggas pushed me
I'd let you my wife but I'm sorry, she don't like pussy
I'm bending corners, let you broke niggas along
What bunch of gangsters, but they can't afford a firearm
I know you guap, take a moment to breathe Doc
Bet they do the drive-by on a bike with a
Y'all basic, lookin' you need bathing
Call me my grandmama got room in the basement
You never shit on me, you should lend your bitch to me
We stock you up with canned goods and you free publicity
but we doin' this one for charity
Stackin' bread like I'm Lee, you should be very scared of me
Fire marshall build, you faggots can get
On Sway lookin' some broke R&B singers
What Ron, Bobby, Ricky and Mike?
Must be smokin' that and sniffin' that white
See this rap shit ain't workin', you niggas get a fuckin' job
Nah seriously, get a fuckin' job
I feel bad for any man that can't afford a
Tell Mike Trampe to how to count a half a mil'
(What about that a million though?
Ah listen man, I'm already workin' on it, I got about 225 right now, Sway, so we can come up with the other 225, we're to go)
Houston to Horseshit, back down to Earth
Ain't you niggas in your 40s like this gon' work?
Aye your bitch said she tired of hearin' lame rap dreams
Pay a bill, nigga, shit is not
Damn,
In high school you was the man,
Fuck happened to
Bitch I'm back in the booth and I'm it for the homeless
killer, I murder all my opponents
Let me break it down, don't you niggas gon' make it
You got a better at gettin' hit by a spaceship
But I'ma pray for 'em, dear Lord, bless the bum niggas
I know starvin', please help 'em out with a lunch, would you?
'em all, linoleum, who gassed 'em like petroleum?
Get murked by me, Dizz and that nigga from
Dame said he hirin', we some custodians
I bet your label you in the ass with no petroleum
Mr. Benton, I'll abort you
Can somebody spare change for the Horseshoe G.A.N.G.?

[Interlude: Benton + Dizzy Wright]
Look man, I didn't do it to y'all niggas, man
I liked y'all niggas, you what I'm sayin'?
But goddamn, y'all us, man
We even call your name
We know y'all niggas got money
Your Motown, Philly, suit wearin' ass nigga
Old Boyz II Men lookin' nigga
MC Brain, goddamn tied shirt wearin' ass
Old goddamn r&b lookin' mothafuckas
Man, aye fuck shit, Dizzy
You done fucked up
I'ma the dizzy, OG
I'ma let my nigga get you
Bad career move,
I even wastin' no time, we got canned goods, nigga
We gon' help feed y'all
go!
[Verse 3: Dizzy
So you the fuck niggas that want it
My stomach so somebody finna get shitted on
My vision long and I coulda seen this a mile away
You niggas is endin' your careers, we up out the gate
Now you can't escape, the of this man
I'm El Chapo sendin' these Donald Trumps their surgery
Emergency
You can tell we the demand
Y'all hungry, you bitches thirsty, here's a courtesy can
You niggas obviously not hungry enough, tough to see it
So how can you believe a crooked eye certainly
Yo fuck a Horseshit Gang., a burglary
We studied thoroughly and I promise y'all won't make it this far
Let me bird, you pussy shoulda just stayed in the car
I'm laws, jaws 'til faces get taken apart
I'm appalled, you done stepped out of your league
Y'all ain't makin' no moves so it's awkward you wanna battle with
Now the game need? Not another offbrand Shady group
Half a mil'? Y'all label got you out eatin' baby food
Fuck it, now I'm your necks, y'all so you're formin'
checks, I heard the diss, but ain't nobody take the bet
We around the mic, playin' games with your life
All four of y'all sound alike, we up like dynamite
Nigga a high explosion
We gettin' booked for the shows that y'all was tryna open
Homie knowin' I'm flowin'
Stop it with the foolishness, middle up
I'm screamin' your group of duplicates
I'm on my King Kunta
Ready for the battle, nigga better skidaddle
You're in someone else's shadow, guarantee make 'em fragile
Cause I'm an activist
Y'all got a with no fan base
No hate but how mothafuckin' sad is
How's this happenin', aren't you niggas
Y'all sound every fuckin' fast rapper that I've ever heard
But I ain't mad at all, I out y'all catalog
of the trap music but signed a deal with a trap involved
I'm just a nigga that tatted his battle scars
You niggas fallin' off so you don't got no room to nobody soft
You not the
You tight, but shit, my tight is
You know it, 'til the side effects show you can't control it
Now it's in the open, all for promotion
Y'all elevator goin' and everybody knows it
According to the lie detect, who sign the check?
better hit the streets
Ask label and they look at y'all niggas in disbelief
Y'all better stick to kissin' 'fore I crack your grill
I hate a bitch nigga that'll for a Happy Meal
Have your attracted to the daddy skills
it on but I crashed into 'em with the caddy steel
Fuck these
We won, onto the next round
Y'all stagnant, already paralized from the down
Tryna battle us with the tech
Why try nigga? Bodied by the nigga
Didn't I was battlin' the do or die niggas
Fuck Horseshit G.A.N.G. in 20-15,
Yeah y'all buried already, fuck y'all
Sleep in your casket tonight,
Don't step out of league no more, nigga
Get fans before you try to get in a rap battle, fuckboy
FV 20-15,