Luyện nghe bài hát Free Meal (Horseshoe Gang Diss)

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

[Verse 1:
You're now to feel the wrath of Hopsin, Dizzy 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 for sure
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 match, it's war
Fuck Horseshit Gang they straight lame, all suck
I put on this battle, you put yours up?
You poor bums couldn't a sweater from Nordstrom's
After shit is finished, niggas better reward us
My girl's has more likes than yours does
How does it to have never been on a tour bus?
It's probably to alcohol on a sore cut
You suck; in other words niggas, you're fucked
You really thought we wouldn't stop you?
Fuck you mean? We'll puncture you and 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 buzz is invisible, dang
You don't have residuals, game
your predictable lane
Your song sucks so you getting no fame
Nobody even you nigga's individual names

2: Jarren Benton]
Y'all done stepped in some shit
I'll turn you horseshoe niggas to
For a dollar and a snack I bet they blow a dick
I want to murk them 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 ride
What of fucking 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
basic, lookin' like you need bathing
Call me cause my grandmama got in the basement
You could never shit on me, you should your bitch to me
We stock you up with canned goods and you free publicity
500K but we doin' one for charity
Stackin' bread I'm Sara Lee, you should be very scared of me
Fire build, you faggots can get extinguished
On Sway lookin' like broke R&B singers
you? Ron, Bobby, Ricky and Mike?
Must be smokin' that and sniffin' that white
See this rap shit ain't workin', you should get a fuckin' job
Nah seriously, niggas get a job
I feel bad for any man that afford a meal
Tell Trampe to learn 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, ready to go)
Houston to Horseshit, come down to Earth
Ain't you niggas in your 40s like this rappin' gon'
Aye your bitch said she tired of hearin' lame rap dreams
Pay a bill, nigga, shit is not
Damn,
In high you was the man, homie
Fuck happened to
Bitch I'm in the booth and I'm spittin' it for the homeless
Serial killer, I murder all my
Let me break it down, don't think you gon' make it
You got a better chance at hit by a spaceship
But I'ma pray for 'em, dear Lord, please bless the bum
I know they're starvin', please help 'em out a lunch, would you?
Drop 'em all, linoleum, who gassed 'em like
Get by me, Dizz and that nigga from Nickelodeon
Dame said he hirin', we some custodians
I bet your label fuck you in the ass no petroleum
Mr. Benton, abort you lames
Can spare some change for the Horseshoe G.A.N.G.?

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