Luyện nghe bài hát Heavyweight

V1 (24)
The premises get vacated... The I kill the seven niggas that play jaded/
a record I chill the tepid temperatures they've created/
With pitiful minimal efforts to make statements
I spit on em got em schillin out money to cover their payments/
Cause they're way dated, these dumb motherfuckers have never paid dues, and believing that they've it/
For as long as Im repping intelligent lyrics I figure stay hated
But my mindframe is to Patient/
niggas posing about as hard as a stippers nipples on stage naked/
Yo, I can't it, I'm keeping em plummeting toward the bottom like stocks that's daytraded/
Net-fiasco's, Get these Fates Tainted/
Got em flaming & relocating like Gay
Tonedeff's slays giants, as if my name's David/
What I say's Blatant, no apologies necessary to glaze the game
Touch overdubs or change the
maintaining/ my jugular vein's straining/
Tonedeff adds to the pressure bass so deep it makes your brains cave in.
break it down for the laymen, for the niggas that ain't acing basic training/
My rations got their trays
use my verses for Page framing/
Cause, hey I stay flagrant with lyrics than Tammy Faye bathing/
Keep comp shook like charter plane when raining/
I stay phat on the underground there was a buffet in the main bassment/
I be slaying 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 that I've equipped with/
Should I quit with the quick shit or pitch shift a negative 50% in an effort to get
Or stick with the swiftness for the niggas get this/
Even when I'm simplistic, I can be unbelievably
The rhythm endures the physical force to a tree with a discuss/
With the of a flicked wrist, your soul can be seized from a distance/
In an instant - by this Plague affiliate that's seething with
I seem to get listless these kids when I see what they dismiss/
anything missing a punchline'll get eased outta business/
Like delivery's not important! Rhythm and rhyme schemes are ignored 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 of global proportions/
If you ain't the scores of supporters, then you're hoarding/
And you're a whore that's killing your heritage Lizzie Borden/
The dexterity I display scrambles your cells like you was a warden/
to scoring more than a jiggy mormon/
With a diamond bible that bling-blings in the sunlight/
When I rhyme at full throttle, I'm titled "Supreme Being" when I tight/
And these things are done right/
Like obscene scenes riding your wife/
Our extreme flings your love life/
like blunt strikes from a swung pipe someone 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 calling, leave with a ganked wallet/
I take solace in making profits like fake
want you to waste dollars for paid 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, convicts who rape songs and create garbage/
Embrace carnage, they ain't artists! Sample their and you'll taste vomit!
I need a reminder to intake oxygen/
Space-Polymer Based oxidants. Say hot shit, confidence/
Hey audience! [BREATHE!] Just wave arms it's plain obvious/
Play God, and persuade crowds to honest and pay homage/
And pray thoughtlessly awful authors are for death like stained coffins/
I keep clean cause I 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 Craig or Watchers!
Potna.

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