Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Not Joyner

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

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

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