Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Not Joyner

This we separate
The from the men
I'm not
I am not
You niggas really got me up
'bout to get real spooky
Real real spooky, you feel me?
We even gon' play with you not one bit, you feel me?
I thought about lettin' you a little bit
But you gave me the gun,
You me to shoot you in the fuckin' head, nigga
I guess you I would jam up or somethin'
This unlimited, nigga
Shit don't stop me
(Bitch)

1]
This is it gets spicy (Spicy)
You went to Flex a started spittin' just like me, (Facts)
up if I'm lyin'
You told me that you watched my freestyle hundreds of (Hundred of times)
Guess that's why you sound like me in a couple of (Yeah)
You said memories don't die, my memory lie
You literally went up and mimicked me the whole time
You niggas on the list (List)
You tell the world false, but when I seen you backstage you admitted to the shit (You admitted to the shit)
Perfect example of nigga tryna work up a (Tryna work up a scandal)
You ain't never the first with the samples (Never!)
yay to rock since 'Ye was on the Roc workin' with samples
Pick the wrong person to amp you in front of audience
Now let's get more intense, is stuffed in the .40 clip
Oh, Tory rich? I'll line the kid up Tori Brixx
I ain't none of these backpack, rap cats you goin' against (I ain't)
Put money I'll smack and start snatchin' all Tory's shit
I Joyner Lucas, never went to college, I'm a corner student
the music, white tainted pills and it's all-inclusive (All-inclusive)
This ain't you wanted, stupid, I threw the bait
Huge mistake, you 'bout to fall into it, show me heart
And don't you start the yet
is only the start (Only the start)
I'm 'bout to send you where it's lonely and dark, your remarks
Ain't no fuckin' street niggas out condonin' marks
Shells hit his body, and they Tory apart
Keep it a buck, I really like your (Like your shit)
And I give you respect, 'cause you one of the few that write shit
But that's besides the (What up?)
And whoever I stand point and stretch 'em and bury the weapon so they never find the joint
It's not a game, it's for respect, is not for fame
But I know if I finish you off, a lot to gain
Caught a Capela, the tre' handle, then the bang
Jammed 'em in traffic, had bullets swervin' in and out of
We are not designed the same (We are not the same)
You come to play or
The .40 in the box, the .380 pocket change
We all for it, it ain't for, but he called for it
a rapper life, I'ma take yours for it
Uh-oh, this a booby trap, he fall for it
4-4, his kuffi back, make him fall forward
Before I get bodied by a singin' nigga, I'll body a nigga
Then air out the choir they sing to niggas
Me and you can meet up right now, bringin' niggas
Omar The Wire with the shotty bunch of Stringer niggas
War time, about face, I gotta clout chase (Clout chase)
I don't gotta rap for nine minutes just to sound
You diss Joyner Lucas with his sound? Oh, that's play
You diss Drake and took his style on your Love Me Now?
You ain't trapped in a hooptie with out-of-town plates
You ain't got no killers down waitin' on a trial
My youngin' in the feds and they hit 'em with a pound
Five for a gun? Man, that shit doesn't even straight
I slam Tory 'til the ground and the towel break
FN make him moonwalk, yappa him cloud skate
Y'all really think this clown safe? This be a easy one
With these here lines a nigga with a recedin' one
I you this your last straw, now you gotta eatin' one
Livin' life on the 'til you got a breathin' one
in one, heaven or hell
And dead bodies leave a hell of a smell and we ain't lettin' 'em
Tie his shut, hit the house up, cover the trail
Like what you sell, my magazine double X-L
Somebody tell put on his hoodie and step out
It's just me, I need Boogie to help out, nigga

I don't wanna hear 'bout your sales, nigga
Your followers, none of shit, nigga
Come outside, nigga, put your fuckin' on, nigga
Don't Boogie up, none of that shit, nigga
I do shit for real, nigga
You must be ahead of your time, nigga
You're 20 years old with a 50 year old nigga hairline
Get the out of here
Tory!
Uno, tell that nigga I still my hook too nigga, ha
R&B niggas out of pocket
Gotta you niggas around a little bit
Show you niggas how it can get
Don!
Bitch!
Where the
Why the man body still there?
The man supposed to be layin' there
Where the damn