Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle

Soul of a 70's man, I can throw a curve underhand
for the streets, not Summer 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 ain't for self proclaimed legends that nobody wanna hear
Scared? Get a gun; come to peers, I got
This ain't for bandwagon fans sit asses in the same spot
the same niggas made Trinidad Jame$ hot
This to Kendrick Lamar, the nigga Kendrick got bars
I heard his shit and wasn't at all
And as it played I heard him say I mentioned with y'all
Joell started it, right I finish the job
So all that is revocable, from an overview
Only thing noticeable is how he gave me any quotables
I state facts, not to say it's wack but the playback
Outrhyming A$AP ain't showing me your weight at
I'm on my shit today, you the king of New
You might as well had spit on Biggie's grave, let that slip away
I'm in the of public opinion, ready to click and spray
Light Jay ass up, that's my Exhibit A
Bitch kill my vibe is what you wanna get
em all in a swimming pool, full of phlegm and drool
You renting jewels what's with all the
So when I ask you it that's my cross examination
This a to me, all these blemished MC's
it's about image I see
But if it's bars, not about bread, to hell with the
Put you of the bullet, just to see a shell of yourself
I mean uh, since rap has been accessible, action been regrettable
is what the net'll do
Chick sending to tricks ain't get to see 'em
They ain't even artists and they get per diem
We talking bars, then this whole conversation
Fuck all the subliminals now saying names
Some of these OG's I laugh at, y'all don't know me to ass
To me it's just one that's bad ass
King of New York, my stop it 5
Keep it funky Drake you twice
Tell me Tyler that fire with saliva? I reply bring a lie around
Run up on Meek the silencer, nigga quiet down
Then ride off his intro playing
I get hype to that shit dog I ride to that shit
With nightmares, I wanna be at the root of em the mag off
he love Philly so I'm leavin' him with Black Thoughts
You talking bars better get help
They put they guts all on the track, still they never get
Lot of lower tier tryna rep for they belt
Nigga there's levels to this shit, dog you it yourself
But check it, when it to control, I might have lost a bit
Law abiding citizen I'm coming for all of it
Running in your studio engineer recorded it
Yes men that it, any blog that reported it
Any artist he tour with, snuff whoever the shit
Whoever thought of it, his mentor taught him it
Interrupt with a sneeze, hiccup, fart, cough or lick
If I got it twisted you to contort the shit
But the irony, all inspire me
in a spot a lot of us aspire to be
We just striving my G, tip my hat so y'all it's real
whoever mad, you said how we all suppose to feel
I the game, some'll try to get amped
You the envelope, some of us provided the stamp
Predecessors wrote the letter, sealed it shut
Some was without the percs, before Amil got touched
It's Hip Hop, should blame on the mic niggas hands on
Shades they wear in the club, couches they stand on
You mixed credibility with ability
Raise the bar like you on par with this level of
Old UNLV Runnin' artillery, with Augmon at the 2
What y'all wanna do?
Get to with a Spartan, play it cool
I heard them alien voices, I'll knock the martian up dude
Separate the beast the timid, it's hip hop
Fuck if your car is or rented, at least you in it
Foaming at the lips, looking like the in women
Don't be facetious most of y'all a feast from the beginning
This is for B.I.G., Thoughts, Coogi printed
This for Nas, army jacket the uzi in it
Not no Shiny Suit shit, that 92 Knicks
for Hov's missing 92 bricks
For State Prop and Beans, to when the L.O.X. first on the scene
For Queens, Pac and even E.D.I.
This for the Mobb and the purple tape, to Inspectah Deck
This ain't for the labels nah, Wu said protect ya'
This a diss, I don't want it to get spun wrong
And this for Big L, the that Joe found Pun on
This shit is for Stack, I ain't a G
Nigga I'm talking a G!! My talking on me
This is for every rapper ever walked in these streets
And any that happen to think that a portion is sweet
Niggas killed for less and got a coffin for free
If you ever in the hood, I think we all should agree
This for every nigga that took what you in stride
I abide, some of us still take pride, check it
get crushed, hip hop's adrenaline rush
Men'll get touched, so if you feminine
Project I trust, came from syringes and dust
So who you named shouldn't be mentioned us
But wait, at least half of em', half rapped around
Dual clips that wrap around, gather rapper 'round
See what happen when try to go toe to toe
what happen when you let a blood bath overflow
Used to do lines, how they wanna go blow for blow
I could overdose and drag you niggas comatose
This is lightweight, put the 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