Luyện nghe bài hát Free Meal (Horseshoe Gang Diss)

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

1: Hopsin]
You're now to feel the wrath of Hopsin, Dizzy Wright and Benton
Your careers was ended the moment I was mentioned
This rap is my religion
Crooked I but sending Horseshit in to diss us wasn't a wise decision
It's a for sure
Not only on they careers but it's a setback on yours
So back, endure the rain, the suffer and pain
You a problem?
Here's a match, it's war
Fuck Horseshit Gang straight lame, all four suck
I put on this battle, you put yours up?
You bums couldn't afford a sweater from Nordstrom's
After shit is finished, niggas better reward us
My girl's 'gram has likes than yours does
How does it feel to have never on a tour 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
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 rock you; Queen
For real, it's like your buzz is invisible,
You don't even residuals, game
From your lane
Your song sucks so you ain't no fame
Nobody even knows you nigga's names

2: Jarren Benton]
Y'all done stepped in some shit
I'll turn you 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 corners, let you broke niggas ride along
What bunch of 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
basic, lookin' like you need bathing
Call me cause my grandmama got room in the
You could never shit on me, you lend your bitch to me
We stock you up with canned and give you free publicity
500K but we doin' one for charity
bread like I'm Sara Lee, you should be very scared of me
Fire marshall build, you can get extinguished
On Sway lookin' like broke R&B singers
you? Ron, Bobby, Ricky and Mike?
Must be smokin' that hard and sniffin' that
See this rap ain't workin', you niggas should get a fuckin' job
Nah seriously, niggas get a job
I bad for any man that can't afford a meal
Tell Mike 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 the other 225, we're ready to go)
Houston to Horseshit, come back down to
Ain't you niggas in 40s like this rappin' gon' work?
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
happened to you?
Bitch I'm in the booth and I'm spittin' it for the homeless
killer, I murder all my opponents
Let me break it down, don't think you gon' make it
You got a better at gettin' hit by a spaceship
But I'ma pray for 'em, dear Lord, please the bum niggas
I know starvin', please help 'em out with a lunch, would you?
Drop 'em all, linoleum, who 'em like petroleum?
Get murked by me, and that nigga from Nickelodeon
Dame said he hirin', we need custodians
I bet label fuck you in the ass with no petroleum
Mr. Benton, I'll you lames
Can somebody 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 liked y'all niggas, you know what I'm
But goddamn, pushed us, man
We didn't even call name
We know y'all niggas ain't got
Your goddamn Motown, Philly, wearin' ass nigga
Old goddamn Boyz II Men lookin'
MC Brain, tied shirt wearin' ass nigga
Old r&b singer lookin' mothafuckas
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 wastin' no time, we got goods, nigga
We gon' help y'all niggas
go!
[Verse 3: Dizzy
So you the fuck niggas that want it
My stomach hurts so finna get shitted on
My vision long and I coulda seen this from a away
You niggas is endin' careers, we comin' up out the gate
Now you can't escape, the nerve of man
I'm El Chapo sendin' these Donald Trumps their surgery
Emergency
You can we the current demand
Y'all ain't hungry, you bitches thirsty, here's a can
You niggas obviously not hungry enough, it's to see it
So how can you believe a crooked eye can?
Yo a Horseshit Gang., this a burglary
We studied niggas thoroughly and I promise 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 taken
I'm appalled, you done stepped out of your league
Y'all ain't makin' no moves so 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
Fuck it, now I'm your necks, y'all borin' so formin'
Formulatin' checks, I heard the diss, but ain't take the bet
We crowded around the mic, playin' games your life
All four of sound alike, we blowin' up like dynamite
Nigga that's a explosion
We gettin' booked for the same shows that y'all was tryna
knowin' that I'm flowin'
Stop it with the foolishness, finger up
I'm screamin' your group of duplicates
I'm on my King Kunta
for the battle, Shady nigga better skidaddle
You're in someone else's shadow, guarantee this make 'em
I'm an active 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 like every fast rapper that I've ever heard
But I ain't mad at all, I checked out catalog
Haters of the trap but signed a deal with a trap involved
I'm just a nigga that tatted over his scars
You niggas fallin' off so you don't got no room to call soft
You not the
You tight, but shit, my tight is
You don't know it, 'til the side effects show you 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 sign the check?
Y'all better hit the
Ask label and they look at y'all niggas in disbelief
Y'all stick to kissin' feet 'fore I crack your grill
I hate a nigga that'll settle for a Happy Meal
Have bitch attracted to the daddy skills
Pass it on but I crashed into 'em with the caddy
Fuck these
We already won, onto the round
Y'all stagnant, paralized from the neck down
Tryna us with the tech style
Why try nigga? by the high nigga
Didn't know I was battlin' the do or die
Fuck G.A.N.G. in 20-15, nigga
Yeah y'all buried alive already, y'all
in your 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,