Luyện nghe bài hát Free Meal (Horseshoe Gang Diss)

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

[Verse 1:
You're now about to feel the of Hopsin, Dizzy Wright and Benton
Your careers was ended the moment that I was
This rap is my religion
Sorry Crooked I but Horseshit in to diss us wasn't a wise decision
It's a setback for
Not only on they weak but it's a setback on yours
So step back, endure the rain, the suffer and
You a problem?
a death match, it's war
Fuck Horseshit Gang they lame, all four suck
I put on this battle, you put yours up?
You poor bums couldn't a sweater from Nordstrom's
After this shit is finished, niggas reward us
My girl's 'gram has more than yours does
How does it feel to have been on a tour bus?
probably similar to alcohol on a sore cut
You niggas suck; in words niggas, you're fucked
You really thought we wouldn't you? Please
Fuck you mean? We'll you and watch you bleed
See I the game daily like the cops do streets
I'm too beast, niggas we will rock you;
For real, like your buzz is invisible, dang
You even have residuals, game
your predictable lane
Your song so you ain't getting no fame
Nobody even knows you nigga's individual

2: Jarren Benton]
Y'all done in some horse shit
I'll turn you horseshoe niggas to
For a and a snack I bet they blow a horse dick
I ain't want to murk them but fuck it, you pushed me
I'd let you fuck my wife but I'm sorry, she don't like
I'm bending corners, let you niggas ride along
What bunch of fucking gangsters, but they can't afford a
I know you need guap, a moment to breathe Doc
Bet they do the on a bike with a slingshot
Y'all basic, lookin' you need bathing
Call me cause my grandmama got in the basement
You could shit on me, you should lend your bitch to me
We stock you up with canned goods and give you free
but we doin' this one for charity
Stackin' bread like I'm Lee, you should be very scared of me
Fire marshall build, you can get extinguished
On Sway lookin' like broke R&B singers
What Ron, Bobby, Ricky and Mike?
Must be smokin' that hard and sniffin' that
See this rap shit ain't workin', you niggas should get a job
Nah seriously, niggas get a job
I feel bad for any man can't afford a meal
Tell Mike Trampe to learn how to count a a mil'
(What about half a million though?
Ah listen man, I'm workin' on it, I got about 225 right now, Sway, so we can come up with the other 225, we're ready to go)
Houston to Horseshit, back down to Earth
Ain't you in your 40s like this rappin' gon' work?
Aye your bitch said she tired of hearin' them rap dreams
Pay a bill, nigga, is not happening
Damn,
In high school you was the man,
Fuck 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, think you niggas gon' make it
You got a better chance at hit by a spaceship
But I'ma pray for 'em, dear Lord, 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 nigga from
Dame said he hirin', we some custodians
I bet label fuck you in the ass with no petroleum
Mr. Benton, abort you lames
Can somebody some change for the Horseshoe G.A.N.G.?

[Interlude: Jarren Benton + Dizzy
Look man, I didn't wanna do it to niggas, man
I liked y'all niggas, you know I'm sayin'?
But goddamn, y'all us, man
We didn't even your name
We know y'all niggas ain't got
Your Motown, Philly, suit wearin' ass nigga
Old goddamn Boyz II Men nigga
MC Brain, goddamn tied shirt wearin' ass
Old goddamn r&b singer lookin'
Man, aye fuck this shit,
You niggas fucked up
light the dizzy, OG
I'ma let my lil' get you
Bad career move,
I ain't even no time, we got canned goods, nigga
We help feed y'all niggas
go!
[Verse 3: Wright]
So you the fuck niggas that it first
My stomach hurts so somebody finna get on
My vision long and I coulda seen from a mile away
You niggas is your careers, we comin' up out the gate
Now you can't escape, the nerve of man
I'm El Chapo sendin' these Donald their surgery plans
Emergency
You can tell we the current
ain't hungry, you bitches thirsty, here's a courtesy can
You niggas obviously not hungry enough, it's to see it
So how can you believe a crooked eye certainly
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 shoulda just stayed in the car
I'm breakin' laws, jaws 'til faces get apart
I'm appalled, you fuckboys done stepped out of your
Y'all makin' no moves so it's awkward you wanna battle with speed
Now what the game need? Not another Shady group
a mil'? Y'all label got you out here eatin' baby food
Fuck it, now I'm your necks, borin' so you're formin'
Formulatin' checks, I heard the diss, but ain't take the bet
We crowded around the mic, games with your life
All of y'all sound alike, we blowin' up like dynamite
Nigga that's a explosion
We gettin' booked for the same that y'all 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 Kunta shit
Ready for the battle, nigga better skidaddle
You're in else's shadow, guarantee this make 'em fragile
Cause I'm an activist
Y'all got a platform with no fan
No hate but how mothafuckin' sad is
How's this happenin', you niggas concerned
sound like every fuckin' fast rapper that I've ever heard
But I ain't mad at all, I checked out y'all
Haters of the trap music but a deal with a trap involved
I'm just a that tatted over his battle scars
You niggas fallin' off so you don't got no room to call soft
You not the
You tight, but shit, my is claustrophobic
You don't know it, 'til the side effects you can't control it
Now it's in the open, all this for
elevator goin' down and everybody knows it
According to the lie detect, who sign the check?
Y'all hit the streets
Ask your label and they look at y'all in disbelief
Y'all better stick to kissin' feet 'fore I your grill
I hate a bitch nigga that'll for a Happy Meal
Have your bitch attracted to the daddy
Pass it on but I crashed into 'em with the caddy
Fuck niggas
We already won, onto the round
Y'all stagnant, already paralized from the down
Tryna us with the tech style
Why try nigga? Bodied by the high
Didn't I was battlin' the do or die niggas
Fuck Horseshit G.A.N.G. in 20-15,
Yeah y'all buried alive already, y'all
Sleep in casket tonight, nigga
Don't step out of your no more, nigga
Get some fans you try to get in a rap battle, fuckboy
FV 20-15,