Luyện nghe bài hát Heavyweight

V1 (24)
The premises get vacated... The millisecond I kill the seven niggas that jaded/
Within a record I chill the temperatures they've created/
With their pitiful efforts to make statements
I spit on em got em schillin out money to cover late payments/
Cause they're way dated, these dumb motherfuckers have never paid dues, and believing they've MADE it/
For as long as Im repping intelligent lyrics I figure stay hated
But my mindframe is to Remain
With niggas posing as hard as a stippers nipples on stage naked/
Yo, I can't take it, I'm keeping em plummeting toward the like stocks that's daytraded/
Net-fiasco's, Get asshole's Fates Tainted/
Got em flaming & relocating like Gay
Tonedeff's giants, as if my legal name's David/
What I say's Blatant, no apologies to glaze the game blazing/
Touch overdubs or the phrasing/
Lyrically maintaining/ my vein's straining/
Tonedeff adds to the pressure bass so deep it makes your brains cave in.
I'll break it for the laymen, for the niggas that ain't acing basic training/
My rations got trays swaying/
Galleries use my verses for Page
Cause, hey I stay with lyrics nastier than Tammy Faye bathing/
Keep comp like charter plane when it's raining/
I stay on the underground like there was a buffet in the main bassment/
I be slaying for entertainment/
Im outclassing motherfuckers, even having to weigh in.

V2 (24)
No one's as gifted or as vigorously with a writtern scripture/
Or spits with this infinite syllablism that I've been with/
Should I quit the quick shit or pitch shift a negative 50% in an effort to get rich/
Or stick with the swiftness for the niggas that get
Even when I'm simplistic, I can be cryptic/
The rhythm the physical force to split a tree with a discuss/
With the ease of a flicked wrist, your soul can be seized a distance/
In an - by this Plague affiliate that's seething with sickness/
I seem to get listless with kids when I see what they dismiss/
Cause anything missing a get eased outta business/
Like delivery's not important! Rhythm and rhyme are ignored it's horrid/
Son, if you can't - then become a comedian a ghost writer or poet/
If you repping the artform then don't record it/
Heads are starving and fiending for an assortment of global
If you ain't feeding the scores of supporters, then you're
And you're a whore that's killing your like Lizzie Borden/
The dexterity I display scrambles your like you was a dizzy warden/
Committed to scoring more than a mormon/
With a diamond studded bible that in the sunlight/
When I rhyme at full throttle, I'm titled "Supreme Being" I come tight/
And things are finally done right/
obscene scenes riding your slut wife/
Our extreme flings stifle your life/
Stun blunt strikes from a swung pipe someone was hiding from sight/
And exceed of fire in gunfights.

V3 (16)
And you can on it! The playing odds'll stay solid/
If you remain brolic with name calling, with a ganked wallet/
I take solace in making like fake scholars/
That want you to waste dollars for paid in state college/
With great prowess, I face off with and cowards/
And waste all their debased followers, Break with a brave heart like the late Wallace/
I chase robbers, escaped convicts who rape songs and garbage/
Embrace carnage, they artists! Sample their flavor and you'll taste vomit!
I need a reminder to intake oxygen/
Space-Polymer oxidants. Say hot shit, display confidence/
Hey audience! [BREATHE!] Just wave arms it's plain obvious/
Play God, and persuade crowds to behave honest and pay
And pray thoughtlessly awful authors are marked for death like stained
I keep clean I bathe often and never illegally trade documents/
Hate-mongers, repent! Let me set it straight!
I'm the heavyweight, long lines in front of a Jenny Craig or Weight Watchers!
Potna.

The flow!
tonedeffinite - Everything goes/
Can you NO!
With Your Petty Stage
Tonedeffinite
Ready, - GO!
The Pro with the heavyweight flow!