Luyện nghe bài hát Heavyweight

V1 (24)
The premises get vacated... The millisecond I kill the niggas that play jaded/
Within a record I chill the temperatures they've created/
With their pitiful minimal to make statements
I spit on em got em schillin out money to their late payments/
Cause they're way dated, dumb motherfuckers have never paid dues, and believing that they've MADE it/
For as long as Im repping intelligent lyrics I figure I'll stay
But my is to Remain Patient/
With niggas posing about as hard as a stippers 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 & relocating like Gay Vagrants/
Tonedeff's slays giants, as if my name's David/
I say's Blatant, no apologies necessary to glaze the game blazing/
Touch or change the phrasing/
Lyrically maintaining/ my jugular vein's
Tonedeff adds to the pressure with 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 their swaying/
use my verses for Page framing/
Cause, hey I stay flagrant with lyrics nastier than Tammy bathing/
Keep comp shook charter plane when it's raining/
I stay phat on the underground there was a buffet in the main bassment/
Sometimes I be for entertainment/
Im motherfuckers, without even having to weigh in.

V2 (24)
No one's as gifted or as vigorously meticulous with a writtern
Or spits with this infinite syllablism I've been equipped with/
Should I quit the quick shit or pitch shift a negative 50% in an effort to get rich/
Or stick with the for the niggas that get this/
when I'm simplistic, I can be unbelievably cryptic/
The rhythm endures the physical force to split a tree with a
With the ease of a wrist, your soul can be seized from a distance/
In an instant - by this Plague affiliate that's seething sickness/
I to get listless with these 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 flow - become a comedian a ghost writer or poet/
If you ain't repping the artform then don't it/
Heads are and fiending for an assortment of global proportions/
If you feeding the scores of supporters, then you're hoarding/
And you're a that's killing your heritage like Lizzie Borden/
The dexterity I display scrambles your cells like you was a warden/
Committed to scoring than a jiggy mormon/
With a diamond studded bible bling-blings in the sunlight/
When I rhyme at throttle, I'm titled "Supreme Being" when I come tight/
And these things are finally done
obscene scenes riding your slut wife/
Our extreme flings your love life/
Stun like blunt strikes from a swung pipe was hiding from sight/
And exceed of fire in gunfights.

V3 (16)
And you can bank on it! The playing odds'll solid/
If you remain brolic with name calling, leave with a wallet/
I solace in making profits like fake scholars/
That want you to waste dollars for paid in state college/
With great prowess, I face off with and shank
And waste all their debased followers, Break laws a brave heart like the late Wallace/
I chase robbers, escaped convicts who rape songs and create
Embrace carnage, ain't artists! Sample their flavor and you'll taste vomit!
[Gasp] I need a to intake oxygen/
Space-Polymer oxidants. Say hot shit, display confidence/
Hey audience! [BREATHE!] Just arms till it's plain obvious/
Play God, and crowds to behave honest and pay homage/
And pray thoughtlessly awful authors are marked for like stained coffins/
I keep clean cause I bathe and never illegally trade documents/
Hate-mongers, repent! Let me set it straight!
I'm the heavyweight, like long in front of a Jenny Craig or Weight Watchers!
Potna.

The flow!
It's - Everything goes/
Can you NO!
With Your Petty Show
It's
Ready, - GO!
The Pro with the heavyweight flow!