Luyện nghe bài hát Free Meal (Horseshoe Gang Diss)

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

1: Hopsin]
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 I but sending Horseshit in to diss us wasn't 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 and pain
You a problem?
Here's a match, it's war
Fuck Horseshit Gang they lame, all four suck
I put 500k on this battle, you put up?
You poor bums couldn't afford a sweater Nordstrom's
After this shit is finished, better reward us
My 'gram has more likes than yours does
How it feel to have never been on a tour bus?
It's probably similar to on a sore cut
You niggas suck; in other niggas, you're fucked
You really thought we wouldn't stop you?
Fuck you mean? We'll you and watch you bleed
See I patrol the game like the cops do streets
I'm too beast, niggas we rock you; Queen
For real, it's your buzz is invisible, dang
You don't even have residuals,
your predictable lane
Your sucks so you ain't getting no fame
even knows you nigga's individual names

[Verse 2: Benton]
Y'all done stepped in some horse
I'll you horseshoe niggas to corpses
For a dollar and a snack I bet they blow a horse
I ain't to murk them but fuck it, you niggas pushed me
I'd let you fuck my but I'm sorry, she don't like pussy
I'm bending corners, let you broke niggas along
bunch 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
Y'all basic, like you need bathing
me cause my grandmama got room in the basement
You could never on me, you should lend your bitch to me
We stock you up with canned goods and give you publicity
500K but we 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 some broke R&B
What Ron, Bobby, Ricky and Mike?
Must be that hard and sniffin' that white
See this rap ain't workin', you niggas should get a fuckin' job
Nah seriously, get a fuckin' job
I bad for any man that can't 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 up with the other 225, we're ready to go)
Houston to Horseshit, back down to Earth
Ain't you niggas in your 40s like this rappin' work?
Aye your said she tired of hearin' them lame rap dreams
Pay a bill, nigga, is not happening
Damn,
In high school you was the man,
Fuck happened to
Bitch I'm back in the and I'm spittin' it for the homeless
Serial killer, I all my opponents
Let me break it down, don't you niggas 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 they're starvin', please help 'em out with a lunch, would you?
Drop 'em all, linoleum, who gassed 'em like
Get murked by me, Dizz and that nigga Nickelodeon
Dame said he hirin', we need some
I bet your label fuck you in the ass no petroleum
Mr. Benton, abort you lames
Can somebody spare change for the Horseshoe G.A.N.G.?

[Interlude: Benton + Dizzy Wright]
man, I didn't wanna do it to y'all niggas, man
I liked y'all niggas, you what I'm sayin'?
But goddamn, y'all us, man
We didn't call your name
We know y'all niggas got money
Your goddamn Motown, Philly, suit wearin' ass
Old goddamn Boyz II Men nigga
MC Brain, goddamn tied shirt ass nigga
Old goddamn r&b singer mothafuckas
Man, aye fuck shit, Dizzy
You niggas done up
light the dizzy, OG
I'ma let my nigga get you
Bad move, nigga
I ain't even wastin' no time, we got goods, nigga
We gon' help feed y'all
go!
[Verse 3: Wright]
So you the niggas that want it first
My hurts so somebody finna get shitted on
My vision and I coulda 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 sendin' these Donald Trumps their plans
Emergency
You can tell we the current
Y'all ain't hungry, you thirsty, here's a courtesy can
You niggas obviously not enough, it's tough 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 y'all make 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 done stepped out of your
Y'all ain't makin' no moves so it's awkward you wanna with speed
Now what the game need? Not another offbrand 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'
checks, I heard the diss, but ain't nobody take the bet
We crowded around the mic, playin' with your life
All four of sound alike, we blowin' up like dynamite
that's a high explosion
We gettin' booked for the same shows that y'all was tryna
Homie that I'm flowin'
Stop it the foolishness, middle finger up
I'm screamin' fuck your group of
I'm on my King Kunta
Ready for the battle, nigga better skidaddle
in someone else's shadow, guarantee this make 'em fragile
Cause I'm an activist
Y'all got a platform no fan base
No hate but how mothafuckin' sad is
How's this happenin', aren't you concerned
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 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, 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' sign the
Y'all better hit the
Ask label and they look at y'all niggas in disbelief
Y'all better stick to feet 'fore I crack your grill
I a bitch nigga 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
Fuck these
We already won, onto the round
Y'all stagnant, already paralized from the neck
Tryna us with the tech style
Why try nigga? Bodied by the nigga
Didn't know I was the do or die niggas
Fuck Horseshit G.A.N.G. in 20-15,
Yeah y'all buried alive already, fuck
Sleep in your tonight, nigga
step out of your league no more, nigga
Get fans before you try to get in a rap battle, fuckboy
FV 20-15,