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 self proclaimed legends that nobody hear from
Scared? Get a gun; come to peers, I got
This ain't for bandwagon fans sit y'all asses in the spot
Y'all the same niggas made Jame$ hot
This ain't to Kendrick Lamar, the Kendrick got bars
I heard his and wasn't offended at all
And as it I heard him say I wasn't mentioned with y'all
Joell started it, right I finish the job
So all that shit is revocable, an overview
Only thing noticeable is how he barely gave me any
I state facts, not to say it's but check the playback
A$AP ain't showing me where your weight at
I'm on my shit today, you the of New York
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 and spray
Light Jay Elec ass up, my Exhibit A
Bitch kill my vibe is what you wanna get
Drown em all in a swimming pool, of phlegm and drool
You renting jewels with all the fascination?
So when I ask you 'bout it 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 hell the wealth
Put you of the bullet, just to see a shell of yourself
I mean uh, since rap has been accessible, they action regrettable
is what the net'll do
Chick sending to tricks ain't get to see 'em
They ain't even and they get paid per diem
We talking bars, then this conversation changed
Fuck all the subliminals now nigga saying
of these OG's I laugh at, y'all don't know me to half ass
To me it's one Joey that's bad ass
of New York, my nigga stop it 5
Keep it funky Drake you twice
Tell me Tyler that with saliva? I reply don't bring a lie around
Run up on Meek with the silencer, quiet down
Then ride off with his intro
Cause I get hype to that dog I ride to that shit
With nightmares, I be at the root of em with the mag off
Know he love so I'm leavin' him with Black Thoughts
You talking niggas better get help
They put they guts all on the track, still they get felt
Lot of lower tier rappers rep for they belt
Nigga there's levels to this shit, dog you said it
But check it, it comes to control, I might have lost a bit
Law citizen style I'm coming for all of it
in your studio engineer that recorded it
Yes men that supported it, any blog reported it
Any he tour with, snuff whoever bought the shit
Whoever thought of it, his mentor taught him it
Interrupt a sneeze, hiccup, fart, even cough or lick
If I got it twisted you coming to 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 know it's
Fuck whoever mad, you 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 the letter, others sealed it shut
Some was nice without the percs, before got touched
It's Hip Hop, should on the mic these niggas hands on
Shades they wear in the club, couches they stand on
You mixed with dead ability
Raise the bar like you on par with this of agility
Old UNLV Runnin' Rebel artillery, with at the 2
What y'all wanna do?
Get to arguing a Spartan, play it cool
I heard them alien voices, I'll knock the martian up dude
Separate the from 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 most of y'all been 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, this 92 Knicks
for Hov's 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.
for the Mobb and the purple tape, word to Inspectah 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 that Joe found 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 ever walked in these
And any outsider that happen to that a portion is sweet
Niggas been killed for less and got a coffin for
If you been in the hood, I think we all should agree
This for every nigga took what you said in stride
I abide, some of us still take pride, check it
Limbs'll get crushed, hip adrenaline rush
Men'll get touched, so if you hush
Project benches I trust, came from syringes and
So who you named be mentioned with us
But wait, at least of em', other half rapped around
Dual clips that wrap around, gather every 'round
See what when niggas try to go toe to toe
This what happen when you let a blood bath
Used to do lines, how they wanna go blow for blow
I could overdose and still drag you comatose
is lightweight, put the bucks up
Cause if we bars lot of y'all should shut the fuck up
This is lightweight, put the up
If we talking bars lot of y'all should shut the up