Luyện nghe bài hát Free Meal (Horseshoe Gang Diss)

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

1: Hopsin]
You're now about to feel the of Hopsin, Dizzy Wright and Benton
Your careers was ended the moment I was mentioned
rap shit is my religion
Sorry Crooked I but sending Horseshit in to 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 and pain
You want a
a death match, it's war
Fuck Gang they straight lame, all four suck
I put 500k on battle, you put yours up?
You poor bums afford a sweater from Nordstrom's
After this shit is finished, niggas reward us
My girl's 'gram has more likes than does
How does it feel to have never on a tour bus?
It's similar to alcohol on a sore cut
You suck; in other words niggas, you're fucked
You really thought we wouldn't stop you?
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 rock you;
For real, it's your buzz is invisible, dang
You don't even have residuals,
From your lane
Your song so you ain't getting no fame
Nobody even knows you nigga's individual

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 blow a dick
I ain't to murk them but fuck it, you niggas pushed me
I'd let you fuck my wife but I'm sorry, she don't like
I'm bending corners, let you broke niggas along
bunch 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 a slingshot
Y'all basic, lookin' you need bathing
Call me cause my got room in the basement
You could shit on me, you should lend your bitch to me
We you up with canned goods and give you free publicity
but we doin' this 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' some 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 niggas should get a job
Nah seriously, niggas get a job
I feel bad for any man that can't a meal
Tell Mike Trampe to learn how to count a half a
(What that half 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, we're to go)
to Horseshit, come back down to Earth
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, shit is not
Damn,
In school you was the man, homie
Fuck happened to
Bitch I'm back in the booth and I'm spittin' it for the
Serial killer, I murder all my
Let me break it down, don't you niggas gon' make it
You got a chance at gettin' hit by a spaceship
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 'em like petroleum?
Get murked by me, Dizz and that from Nickelodeon
Dame said he hirin', we need custodians
I bet label fuck you in the ass with no petroleum
Mr. Benton, I'll abort you
Can somebody spare change for the Horseshoe G.A.N.G.?

[Interlude: Jarren Benton + Dizzy
Look man, I didn't wanna do it to niggas, man
I y'all niggas, you know what I'm sayin'?
But goddamn, pushed us, man
We didn't even call name
We know y'all niggas ain't got
Your goddamn Motown, Philly, suit wearin' ass
Old Boyz II Men lookin' nigga
MC Brain, goddamn tied shirt ass nigga
Old goddamn r&b singer mothafuckas
Man, aye this shit, Dizzy
You niggas fucked up
I'ma the dizzy, OG
let my lil' nigga get you
Bad move, nigga
I ain't even wastin' no time, we got goods, nigga
We gon' feed y'all niggas
go!
[Verse 3: Dizzy
So you the niggas that want it first
My hurts so somebody finna get shitted on
My vision long and I coulda seen this from a away
You niggas is endin' your careers, we up out the gate
Now you can't escape, the of this man
I'm El Chapo sendin' these Donald Trumps their surgery
land
You can tell we the demand
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 eye certainly 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 niggas just stayed 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 moves so it's awkward you battle with speed
Now what the game need? Not another offbrand Shady
Half a mil'? Y'all label got you out here eatin' food
Fuck it, now I'm your necks, y'all so you're formin'
Formulatin' checks, I heard the diss, but nobody take the bet
We crowded around the mic, playin' with your life
All four of y'all alike, we blowin' up like dynamite
Nigga that's a explosion
We gettin' booked for the same shows y'all was tryna open
knowin' that I'm flowin'
Stop it with the foolishness, middle up
I'm screamin' fuck your group of
I'm on my Kunta shit
Ready for the battle, nigga better skidaddle
You're in someone shadow, guarantee this make 'em fragile
Cause I'm an activist
got a platform with no fan base
No hate but how mothafuckin' sad is
How's this happenin', aren't you niggas
Y'all sound every fuckin' fast rapper that I've ever heard
But I ain't mad at all, I out y'all catalog
of the trap music but signed 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 nobody
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 it's in the open, all this for
Y'all elevator down and everybody knows it
to the lie detect, who gon' sign the check?
Y'all hit the streets
Ask your label and they look at y'all niggas in
better stick to kissin' feet 'fore I crack your grill
I hate a bitch nigga that'll for a Happy Meal
Have your bitch to the daddy skills
Pass it on but I crashed into 'em the caddy steel
Fuck niggas
We already won, the next round
stagnant, already paralized from the neck down
Tryna battle us with the tech
Why try Bodied by the high nigga
know I was battlin' the do or die niggas
Fuck G.A.N.G. in 20-15, nigga
Yeah y'all buried already, fuck y'all
in your casket tonight, nigga
Don't step out of your league no more,
Get fans before you try to get in a rap battle, fuckboy
FV 20-15,