Luyện nghe bài hát Free Meal (Horseshoe Gang Diss)

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

1: Hopsin]
You're now about to feel the of Hopsin, Dizzy Wright and Benton
careers was ended the moment that I was mentioned
This rap shit is my
Crooked I but sending Horseshit in to diss us wasn't a wise decision
It's a setback for
Not only on weak careers but it's a setback on yours
So step back, endure the rain, the and pain
You a problem?
Here's a death match, war
Fuck Horseshit Gang they lame, all four suck
I put on this battle, you put yours up?
You poor bums afford a sweater from Nordstrom's
After shit is finished, niggas better reward us
My girl's 'gram has likes than yours does
How it feel to have never been on a tour bus?
It's probably to alcohol on a sore cut
You niggas suck; in other words niggas, fucked
You really thought we wouldn't stop Please
Fuck you mean? puncture you and watch you bleed
See I patrol the game daily the cops do streets
I'm too beast, niggas we will you; Queen
For real, like your buzz is invisible, dang
You don't even residuals, game
From your lane
song sucks so you ain't getting no fame
Nobody even knows you nigga's individual

2: Jarren Benton]
Y'all done stepped in some horse
I'll turn you niggas to corpses
For a dollar and a snack I bet they blow a 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 fucking gangsters, but they afford a firearm
I know you need guap, take a moment to Doc
Bet they do the drive-by on a bike with a
Y'all basic, like you need bathing
Call me my grandmama got room in the basement
You could never shit on me, you should lend your to me
We stock you up with canned goods and give you free
but we doin' this one for charity
Stackin' bread like I'm Sara Lee, you should be very of me
Fire marshall build, you faggots can get
On Sway lookin' some broke R&B singers
What you? Ron, Bobby, Ricky and
Must be smokin' that hard and that white
See this rap shit 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 half a million though?
Ah listen man, I'm already workin' on it, I got about 225 now, Sway, so we can come up with the other 225, we're ready to go)
Houston to Horseshit, come down to Earth
Ain't you niggas in your 40s 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
Bitch I'm back in the booth and I'm it for the homeless
Serial killer, I murder all my
Let me break it down, don't think you gon' make it
You got a better chance at hit by a spaceship
But I'ma pray for 'em, dear Lord, please bless the bum
I know they're starvin', help 'em out with a lunch, would you?
Drop 'em all, linoleum, who gassed 'em petroleum?
Get murked by me, and that nigga from Nickelodeon
Dame said he hirin', we need custodians
I bet your fuck you in the ass with no petroleum
Mr. Benton, I'll you lames
Can somebody spare change for the Horseshoe G.A.N.G.?

[Interlude: Jarren Benton + Wright]
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 your
We know y'all ain't got money
Your goddamn Motown, Philly, suit ass nigga
Old goddamn Boyz II Men nigga
MC Brain, goddamn tied wearin' ass nigga
Old goddamn r&b singer mothafuckas
Man, aye this shit, Dizzy
You niggas done up
I'ma the dizzy, OG
I'ma let my nigga get you
Bad career move,
I ain't even no time, we got canned goods, nigga
We gon' feed y'all niggas
go!
[Verse 3: Dizzy
So you the fuck niggas want it first
My hurts so somebody finna 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 sendin' these Donald Trumps their surgery plans
Emergency
You can tell we the demand
Y'all hungry, you bitches thirsty, here's a courtesy can
You niggas not hungry 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 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 league
Y'all ain't no moves so it's awkward you wanna battle with speed
Now what the game Not another offbrand Shady group
Half a mil'? Y'all label got you out here eatin' food
Fuck it, now I'm your necks, borin' so you're formin'
Formulatin' checks, I heard the diss, but ain't take the bet
We crowded around the mic, playin' games with your
All four of y'all sound alike, we blowin' up like
that's a high explosion
We booked for the same shows that y'all was tryna open
Homie knowin' I'm flowin'
Stop it the foolishness, middle finger up
I'm screamin' fuck your of duplicates
I'm on my Kunta shit
Ready for the battle, Shady 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 hate but how sad is this?
How's this happenin', aren't you niggas
Y'all sound like every fuckin' fast rapper that I've ever
But I ain't mad at all, I checked out catalog
Haters of the trap music but signed a deal with a trap
I'm just a nigga that tatted 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 effects show you can't it
Now it's in the open, all for promotion
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 look at y'all niggas 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 daddy
Pass it on but I into 'em with the caddy steel
Fuck these
We already won, onto the next
Y'all stagnant, already paralized from the neck
Tryna us with the tech style
Why try Bodied by the high nigga
know I was battlin' the do or die niggas
Fuck Horseshit G.A.N.G. in 20-15,
Yeah y'all buried alive already, y'all
in your casket tonight, nigga
Don't step out of league no more, nigga
Get fans before you try to get in a rap battle, fuckboy
FV 20-15,