Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle

Soul of a number man, I can throw a curve underhand
This for the streets, not Jam
This ain't for the fans that hear pop and snap
Drunk off Ciroc and the Yak, all y'all can from the back
This ain't for proclaimed legends that nobody wanna hear from
Get a gun; come to peers, I got none
This ain't for bandwagon fans sit y'all in the same spot
Y'all the same niggas made Trinidad hot
This ain't to Kendrick Lamar, the nigga got bars
I heard his shit and offended at all
And as it I heard him say I wasn't mentioned with y'all
Joell started it, only I finish the job
So all that shit is revocable, from an
Only thing is how he barely gave me any quotables
I state facts, not to say wack but check the playback
Outrhyming A$AP ain't me where your weight at
I'm on my today, you the king of New York
You might as well had on Biggie's grave, couldn't let that slip away
I'm in the court of public opinion, ready to and spray
Jay Elec ass up, that's my Exhibit A
Bitch kill my vibe is what you wanna get
Drown em all in a swimming pool, full of and drool
You renting jewels what's with all the
So when I ask you it that's my cross examination
This a scrimmage to me, all these MC's
it's about image I see
But if it's bars, not about bread, to with the wealth
Put you inside of the bullet, just to see a shell of
I mean uh, since rap has been accessible, they action regrettable
This is the net'll do
sending message to tricks ain't get to see 'em
They ain't even artists and they get per diem
We talking bars, this whole conversation changed
Fuck all the subliminals now nigga names
Some of these OG's I at, y'all don't know me to half ass
To me it's just one Joey bad ass
King of New York, my stop it 5
Keep it funky Drake washed you
me Tyler that fire with saliva? I reply don't bring a lie around
Run up on with the silencer, nigga quiet down
ride off with his intro playing
Cause I get hype to shit dog I ride to that shit
With nightmares, I wanna be at the root of em the mag off
Know he love Philly so I'm leavin' him Black Thoughts
You talking bars better get help
They put guts all on the track, still they never get felt
Lot of lower tier rappers tryna rep for belt
Nigga levels to this shit, dog you said it yourself
But check it, when it comes to control, I have lost a bit
Law abiding citizen style I'm for all of it
Running in your studio engineer recorded it
Yes men that supported it, any that reported it
Any artist he tour with, whoever bought the shit
Whoever of it, his mentor whoever taught him it
Interrupt with a sneeze, hiccup, fart, even cough or
If I got it twisted you to contort the shit
But the irony, y'all all me
Y'all in a spot a lot of us to be
We just my G, tip my hat so y'all know it's real
Fuck whoever mad, you how we all suppose to feel
I know the game, try to get amped
You push the envelope, of us provided the stamp
Predecessors wrote the letter, others sealed it
was nice without the percs, before Amil got touched
It's Hip Hop, blame on the mic these niggas hands on
Shades that they wear in the club, couches they on
You credibility 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 y'all do?
Get to arguing a Spartan, play it cool
I heard them alien voices, I'll the martian up outta dude
Separate the beast from the timid, hip hop
Fuck if car is lease or rented, at least you in it
Foaming at the lips, 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, army with the uzi in it
Not no Shiny Suit shit, this 92 Knicks
This for missing 92 bricks
For State Prop and Beans, to when the L.O.X. first burst on the
For Queens, Pac and even E.D.I.
This for the Mobb and the purple tape, word to Deck
This ain't for the nah, Wu said protect ya' neck
This ain't a diss, I don't want it to get wrong
And this for Big L, the block that Joe Pun on
shit 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 walked in these streets
And any outsider that to think that a portion is sweet
Niggas been killed for less and got a for free
If you ever been in the hood, I think we all should
This for every nigga that took what you in stride
I couldn't abide, some of us take pride, check it
Limbs'll get crushed, hip hop's adrenaline
Men'll get touched, so if you feminine
Project benches I trust, from syringes and dust
So who you named shouldn't be with us
But wait, at least half of em', other rapped around
clips that wrap around, gather every rapper 'round
See what happen niggas try to go toe to toe
This what happen you let a blood bath overflow
Used to do lines, how could they wanna go for blow
I could overdose and still you niggas comatose
is lightweight, put the bucks up
Cause if we talking bars lot of y'all should shut the up
This is lightweight, put the up
If we talking bars lot of y'all shut the fuck up