Luyện nghe bài hát Free Meal (Horseshoe Gang Diss)

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

[Verse 1:
You're now about to feel the wrath of Hopsin, Wright and Benton
Your careers was the moment that I was mentioned
This rap is my religion
Sorry Crooked I but sending in to diss us wasn't a wise decision
It's a for sure
Not only on they weak careers but it's a on yours
So step back, endure the rain, the and pain
You want a
Here's a match, it's war
Fuck Horseshit Gang they straight lame, all suck
I put 500k on this battle, you put up?
You bums couldn't afford a sweater from Nordstrom's
After this shit is finished, better reward us
My girl's has more likes than yours does
How does it feel to have never been on a bus?
It's probably 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 We'll puncture you and watch you bleed
See I patrol the game daily like the do streets
I'm too beast, we will rock you; Queen
For real, it's like buzz is invisible, dang
You don't even residuals, game
From your predictable
Your song so you ain't getting no fame
Nobody even knows you nigga's names

[Verse 2: Jarren
Y'all done stepped in some horse
I'll turn you horseshoe niggas to
For a dollar and a snack I bet they blow a dick
I ain't want to murk them but fuck it, you niggas 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 fucking gangsters, but they can't afford a
I know you need guap, a moment to breathe Doc
Bet they do the drive-by on a bike a slingshot
Y'all basic, lookin' like you bathing
Call me my grandmama got room in the basement
You could never on me, you should lend your bitch to me
We stock you up with goods and give you free publicity
500K but we doin' this one for
Stackin' like I'm Sara Lee, you should be very scared of me
Fire marshall build, you can get extinguished
On Sway lookin' some broke R&B singers
What you? Ron, Bobby, Ricky and
Must be smokin' that hard and sniffin' white
See this rap shit ain't workin', you should get a fuckin' job
Nah seriously, get a fuckin' job
I feel bad for any man that can't afford a
Tell Mike to learn how to count a half a mil'
(What about that half a though?
Ah 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 ready to go)
Houston to Horseshit, come back down to
Ain't you niggas in your 40s like this rappin' gon'
Aye your bitch said she tired of hearin' them rap dreams
Pay a bill, nigga, is not happening
Damn,
In high you was the man, homie
Fuck to you?
I'm back 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 gettin' hit by a
But I'ma for 'em, dear Lord, please bless the bum niggas
I they're starvin', please help 'em out with 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 you in the ass with no petroleum
Mr. Benton, I'll you lames
Can somebody spare some change for the G.A.N.G.?

[Interlude: Jarren Benton + Wright]
man, I didn't wanna 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 ain't got
Your goddamn Motown, Philly, suit ass nigga
Old Boyz II Men lookin' nigga
MC Brain, goddamn shirt wearin' ass nigga
Old r&b singer lookin' mothafuckas
Man, aye this shit, Dizzy
You niggas done up
light the dizzy, OG
I'ma let my lil' get you
Bad career move,
I even wastin' no time, we got canned goods, nigga
We gon' help feed y'all
go!
[Verse 3: Wright]
So you the fuck niggas want it first
My stomach hurts so somebody get shitted 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 escape, the nerve of this man
I'm El Chapo sendin' these Donald Trumps their surgery
Emergency
You can tell we the demand
Y'all ain't hungry, you bitches thirsty, here's a can
You niggas obviously not enough, it's tough to see it
So how can you believe a crooked eye certainly
Yo fuck a Horseshit Gang., this a
We studied niggas thoroughly and I promise y'all won't it this far
Let me bird, you pussy niggas shoulda stayed in the car
I'm breakin' laws, jaws 'til faces get apart
I'm appalled, you fuckboys stepped out of your league
ain't makin' no moves so it's awkward you wanna battle with speed
Now what the game need? Not another offbrand group
a mil'? Y'all label got you out here eatin' baby food
Fuck it, now I'm necks, y'all borin' so you're formin'
Formulatin' checks, I heard the diss, but ain't take the bet
We around the mic, playin' games with your life
All four of y'all alike, we blowin' up like dynamite
that's a high explosion
We gettin' booked for the same shows that y'all was open
Homie knowin' I'm flowin'
it with the foolishness, middle finger up
I'm screamin' fuck group of duplicates
I'm on my King Kunta
Ready for the battle, nigga better skidaddle
You're in else's shadow, guarantee this make 'em fragile
I'm an active activist
Y'all got a platform with no fan
No but how mothafuckin' sad is this?
this happenin', aren't you niggas concerned
Y'all sound like every fuckin' fast rapper that I've heard
But I ain't mad at all, I checked out catalog
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 got no room to call nobody soft
You not the
You tight, but shit, my is claustrophobic
You don't know it, 'til the side show you can't control it
Now it's in the open, all for promotion
elevator goin' down 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' feet I crack your grill
I hate a bitch that'll settle for a Happy Meal
Have your bitch to the daddy skills
Pass it on but I crashed into 'em the caddy steel
these niggas
We already won, 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
Fuck G.A.N.G. in 20-15, nigga
Yeah y'all alive already, fuck y'all
Sleep in your casket tonight,
Don't out of your league no more, nigga
Get fans before you try to get in a rap battle, fuckboy
FV 20-15,