Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle

Soul of a 70's number man, I can throw a underhand
This for the streets, not Jam
This for the fans that wanna hear pop and snap
off Ciroc and the Yak, all y'all can watch from the back
This for self proclaimed legends that nobody wanna hear from
Scared? Get a come to peers, I got none
This for bandwagon fans sit y'all asses in the same spot
Y'all the niggas made Trinidad Jame$ hot
ain't to Kendrick Lamar, the nigga Kendrick got bars
I his shit and wasn't offended at all
And as it I heard him say I wasn't mentioned with y'all
started it, only right I finish the job
So all that is revocable, from an overview
Only thing is how he barely gave me any quotables
I state facts, not to say wack but check the playback
Outrhyming A$AP showing me where your weight at
I'm on my shit today, you the king of New
You might as well had spit on Biggie's grave, couldn't let that away
I'm in the court of public opinion, ready to click and
Light Jay ass up, that's my Exhibit A
Bitch kill my is what you wanna get into
em all in a swimming pool, full of phlegm and drool
You renting jewels with all the fascination?
So when I ask you 'bout it my cross examination
This a to me, all these blemished MC's
Infamously about image I see
But if it's bars, not about bread, to hell the wealth
Put you of the bullet, just to see a shell of yourself
I uh, since rap has been accessible, they action been regrettable
This is what the do
Chick sending message to ain't get to see 'em
They even artists and they get paid per diem
We talking bars, this whole conversation changed
Fuck all the subliminals now nigga names
Some of these OG's I laugh at, y'all know me to half ass
To me it's just one Joey bad ass
of New York, my nigga stop it 5
Keep it funky Drake you twice
Tell me Tyler that fire with saliva? I don't bring a lie around
Run up on Meek with the silencer, nigga down
Then ride off with his playing
Cause I get hype to that dog I ride to that shit
With nightmares, I wanna be at the of em with the mag off
Know he love Philly so I'm leavin' him Black Thoughts
You talking bars niggas get help
They put they guts all on the track, still never get felt
Lot of lower tier tryna rep for they belt
there's levels to this shit, dog you said it yourself
But check it, it comes to control, I might have lost a bit
Law citizen style I'm coming for all of it
Running in your studio that recorded it
Yes men that it, any blog that reported it
Any artist he tour with, snuff bought the shit
Whoever thought of it, his mentor whoever him it
Interrupt with a sneeze, hiccup, fart, even or lick
If I got it you coming to contort the shit
But the irony, y'all all me
Y'all in a a lot of us aspire to be
We just striving my G, tip my hat so y'all know it's
Fuck mad, you said how we all suppose to feel
I the game, some'll try to get amped
You push the envelope, of us provided the stamp
Predecessors wrote the letter, others it shut
Some was nice without the percs, Amil got touched
Hip Hop, should blame on the mic these niggas hands on
Shades that they wear in the club, couches stand on
You mixed with dead ability
Raise the bar you on par with this level of agility
Old UNLV Runnin' Rebel artillery, Augmon at the 2
What sparring wanna do?
Get to arguing with a Spartan, play it
I heard them alien voices, I'll knock the martian up outta
the beast from the timid, it's hip hop
Fuck if car is lease or rented, at least you in it
at the lips, looking like the yeast in women
Don't be facetious most of been a feast from the beginning
This is for B.I.G., Suicidal Thoughts, printed
This for Nas, jacket with the uzi in it
Not no Suit shit, this that 92 Knicks
This for Hov's missing 92
For Prop and Beans, to when the L.O.X. first burst on the scene
For Queens, Pac and E.D.I. Mean
This for the Mobb and the purple tape, to Inspectah Deck
This ain't for the labels nah, Wu protect ya' neck
This ain't a diss, I want it to get spun wrong
And for Big L, the block that Joe found Pun on
This is for Stack, I ain't talking a G
Nigga I'm talking a G!! My talking on me
This is for every living rapper ever in these streets
And any outsider that happen to think that a portion is
Niggas been killed for less and got a coffin for
If you ever in the hood, I think we all should agree
This for every nigga that took you said in stride
I couldn't abide, some of us still take pride, it
Limbs'll get crushed, hip hop's adrenaline
Men'll get touched, so if you hush
Project benches I trust, came syringes and dust
So who you named be mentioned with us
But wait, at least of em', other half rapped around
Dual clips wrap around, gather every rapper 'round
See what happen when try to go toe to toe
This what happen when you let a bath overflow
Used to do lines, how they wanna go blow for blow
I could overdose and still you niggas comatose
is lightweight, put the bucks up
Cause if we talking bars lot of should shut the fuck up
This is lightweight, put the up
If we talking lot of y'all should shut the fuck up