Luyện nghe bài hát Free Meal (Horseshoe Gang Diss)

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

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

[Verse 2: Jarren
Y'all done stepped in some shit
turn 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 fuck my wife but I'm sorry, she don't pussy
I'm corners, let you broke niggas ride along
What of fucking gangsters, but they can't afford a firearm
I know you need guap, a moment to breathe Doc
Bet they do the drive-by on a bike with a
Y'all basic, lookin' like you bathing
me cause my grandmama got room in the basement
You could never shit on me, you should your bitch to me
We stock you up with canned goods and give you publicity
500K but we doin' one for charity
Stackin' bread like I'm Sara Lee, you should be scared of me
marshall build, you faggots can get extinguished
On Sway lookin' some broke R&B singers
What you? Ron, Bobby, Ricky and
Must be smokin' that hard and that white
See rap shit ain't workin', you niggas should get a fuckin' job
Nah seriously, get a fuckin' job
I bad for any man that can't afford a meal
Tell Mike Trampe to learn how to count a half a
(What about that half a though?
Ah listen man, I'm already workin' on it, I got about 225 now, Sway, so we can come up with the other 225, we're ready to go)
Houston to Horseshit, come back to Earth
Ain't you niggas in your 40s like this gon' work?
Aye your bitch said she of hearin' them lame rap dreams
Pay a bill, nigga, is not happening
Damn,
In school you was the man, homie
happened to you?
Bitch I'm in the booth and I'm spittin' it for the homeless
Serial killer, I all my opponents
Let me break it down, don't think you niggas gon' it
You got a better chance at hit by a spaceship
But I'ma for 'em, dear Lord, please bless the bum niggas
I know they're starvin', please help 'em out a lunch, would you?
'em all, linoleum, who gassed 'em like petroleum?
Get murked by me, Dizz and that from Nickelodeon
Dame said he hirin', we need custodians
I bet your label fuck you in the ass no petroleum
Mr. Benton, I'll you lames
Can somebody some change for the Horseshoe G.A.N.G.?

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