Luyện nghe bài hát Heavyweight

V1 (24)
The premises get vacated... The millisecond I the seven niggas that play jaded/
Within a record I chill the tepid they've created/
With their minimal efforts to make statements
I on em got em schillin out money to cover their late payments/
Cause way dated, these dumb motherfuckers have never paid dues, and believing that they've MADE it/
For as long as Im repping lyrics I figure I'll stay hated
But my mindframe is to Remain
With niggas posing about as hard as a stippers nipples on naked/
Yo, I take it, I'm keeping em plummeting toward the bottom like stocks that's daytraded/
Net-fiasco's, Get these Fates Tainted/
Got em flaming & like Gay Vagrants/
Tonedeff's giants, as if my legal name's David/
What I say's Blatant, no apologies necessary to the game blazing/
Touch overdubs or change the
maintaining/ my jugular vein's straining/
Tonedeff adds to the pressure with bass so deep it makes your cave in.
I'll break it down for the laymen, for the niggas that ain't acing basic
My got their trays swaying/
Galleries use my verses for framing/
Cause, hey I stay flagrant with lyrics nastier Tammy Faye bathing/
comp shook like charter plane when it's raining/
I stay phat on the underground there was a buffet in the main bassment/
Sometimes I be slaying for
Im outclassing motherfuckers, without even having to in.

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

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

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