Luyện nghe bài hát Free Meal (Horseshoe Gang Diss)

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

1: Hopsin]
You're now about to feel the of Hopsin, Dizzy Wright and Benton
Your was ended the moment that I was mentioned
rap shit is my religion
Sorry Crooked I but sending Horseshit in to diss us wasn't a decision
a setback for sure
Not on they weak careers but it's a setback on yours
So back, endure the rain, the suffer and pain
You want a
Here's a match, it's war
Fuck Horseshit they straight lame, all four suck
I put 500k on this battle, you put up?
You poor couldn't afford a sweater from Nordstrom's
After this shit is finished, niggas reward us
My girl's 'gram has more likes yours does
How does it feel to have never been on a tour
probably similar to alcohol on a sore cut
You niggas in other words niggas, you're fucked
You really thought we wouldn't you? Please
Fuck you We'll puncture you and watch you bleed
See I patrol the game daily like the cops do
I'm too beast, we will rock you; Queen
For real, it's like your buzz is invisible,
You don't have residuals, game
From your predictable
Your song sucks so you ain't getting no
Nobody even you nigga's individual names

[Verse 2: Benton]
Y'all stepped in some horse shit
turn you horseshoe niggas to corpses
For a dollar and a snack I bet they blow a dick
I want 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 niggas ride 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 on a bike with a slingshot
Y'all basic, like you need bathing
Call me my grandmama got room in the basement
You could shit on me, you should lend your bitch to me
We stock you up with canned goods and you free publicity
500K but we this one for charity
bread like I'm Sara Lee, you should be very scared of me
Fire build, you faggots can get extinguished
On Sway lookin' like some R&B singers
What you? Ron, Bobby, Ricky and
be smokin' that hard and sniffin' that white
See this rap shit ain't workin', you should get a fuckin' 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 a mil'
(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 up with the other 225, we're ready to go)
Houston to Horseshit, back down to Earth
Ain't you niggas in 40s like this rappin' gon' work?
Aye your bitch said she tired of them lame rap dreams
Pay a bill, nigga, is not happening
Damn,
In school you was the man, homie
Fuck happened to
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, don't think you niggas gon' it
You got a better chance at hit by a spaceship
But I'ma pray for 'em, dear Lord, bless the bum niggas
I they're starvin', please help 'em out with a lunch, would you?
'em all, linoleum, who gassed 'em like petroleum?
Get murked by me, Dizz and that nigga Nickelodeon
Dame he hirin', we need some custodians
I bet label fuck you in the ass with no petroleum
Mr. Benton, I'll abort you
Can somebody spare some for the Horseshoe G.A.N.G.?

[Interlude: Jarren Benton + Dizzy
man, I didn't wanna do it to y'all niggas, man
I liked y'all niggas, you know I'm sayin'?
But goddamn, y'all us, man
We didn't call your name
We know y'all niggas ain't got
goddamn Motown, Philly, suit wearin' ass nigga
Old Boyz II Men lookin' nigga
MC Brain, goddamn tied shirt wearin' ass
Old goddamn r&b lookin' mothafuckas
Man, aye this shit, Dizzy
You niggas done up
light the dizzy, OG
I'ma let my lil' get you
Bad move, nigga
I ain't even wastin' no time, we got canned goods,
We help feed y'all niggas
go!
[Verse 3: Wright]
So you the fuck niggas that want it
My stomach hurts so somebody get shitted on
My vision long and I coulda seen this from a mile
You niggas is endin' your careers, we comin' up out the
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
Y'all ain't hungry, you thirsty, here's a courtesy can
You niggas obviously not hungry enough, tough to see it
So how can you believe a crooked eye can?
Yo a Horseshit Gang., this a burglary
We studied thoroughly 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 faces get taken apart
I'm appalled, you fuckboys done stepped out of your
Y'all ain't makin' no moves so it's awkward you battle with speed
Now what the need? Not another offbrand Shady group
Half a Y'all label got you out here eatin' baby food
Fuck it, now I'm your necks, y'all borin' so you're
Formulatin' checks, I heard the diss, but ain't take the bet
We crowded around the mic, playin' with your life
All four of y'all alike, we blowin' up like dynamite
Nigga a high explosion
We gettin' booked for the same shows that y'all was open
Homie that 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, Shady nigga better
You're in else's shadow, guarantee this make 'em fragile
I'm an active activist
Y'all got a with no fan base
No hate but how sad is this?
this happenin', aren't you niggas concerned
Y'all sound like fuckin' fast rapper that I've ever heard
But I ain't mad at all, I checked out catalog
of the trap music 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 nobody
You not the
You tight, but shit, my tight is
You know it, 'til the side effects show you can't control it
Now in the open, all this for promotion
Y'all goin' down and everybody knows it
According to the lie detect, who sign the check?
better hit the streets
Ask your label and they look at y'all in disbelief
Y'all better stick to feet 'fore I crack your grill
I hate a bitch nigga that'll settle for a Meal
Have your bitch attracted to the skills
Pass it on but I crashed into 'em with the steel
Fuck niggas
We already won, onto the next
stagnant, already paralized from the neck down
Tryna battle us the tech style
Why try nigga? Bodied by the high
know I was battlin' the do or die niggas
Fuck Horseshit G.A.N.G. in 20-15,
Yeah y'all alive already, fuck y'all
in your casket tonight, nigga
Don't step out of league no more, nigga
Get some fans you try to get in a rap battle, fuckboy
FV 20-15,