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
It's 'bout to get real
Real real spooky, you feel me?
We ain't even gon' with you not one bit, you feel me?
I thought about lettin' you a little bit
But you me the gun, nigga
You told me to shoot you in the fuckin' head,
I you thought I would jam up or somethin'
clip unlimited, nigga
Shit don't stop me
(Bitch)

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This is it gets spicy (Spicy)
You to Funk Flex a started spittin' just like me, (Facts)
Speak up if I'm
You told me that you watched my freestyle of times (Hundred of times)
Guess that's why you like me in a couple of lines (Yeah)
You said don't die, my memory don't lie
You literally went up and mimicked me the whole time
You puttin' niggas on the (List)
You tell the world it's false, but when I seen you backstage you admitted to the shit (You to the shit)
Perfect of nigga tryna work up a scandal (Tryna work up a scandal)
You ain't never played the first with the (Never!)
Turnin' yay to rock since 'Ye was on the Roc with samples
the wrong person to amp you in front of this audience
Now let's get more intense, hollows is in the .40 clip
Oh, rich? I'll line the kid up like Tori Brixx
I none of these backpack, rap cats you been goin' against (I ain't)
Put I'll back smack and start snatchin' all Tory's shit
I ain't Lucas, never went to college, I'm a corner student
Before the music, white tainted pills and 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
This is the start (Only the start)
I'm 'bout to send you it's lonely and dark, hold your remarks
Ain't no street niggas out condonin' these marks
hit his body, and they tore Tory apart
Keep it a buck, I like your shit (Like your shit)
And I give you respect, 'cause you one of the few that write shit
But that's the point (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, for respect, this is not for fame
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 same (We are not the same)
You come to 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, take yours for it
Uh-oh, this a trap, hope he fall for it
4-4, push his kuffi back, him fall forward
Before I get bodied by a singin' nigga, I'll body a singin'
Then air out the while they sing to niggas
Me and you can meet up right now, fuck niggas
Omar from The Wire the shotty bunch of Stringer niggas
War time, about face, I don't gotta 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 date
My youngin' in the feds and they hit 'em a pound cake
Five for a gun? Man, shit doesn't even sound straight
I slam Tory 'til the ground and the towel break
FN make him moonwalk, yappa make him cloud
Y'all really think this clown safe? This be a easy one
With these here lines versus a nigga a recedin' one
I told you this your last straw, now you gotta one
Livin' on the tube 'til you got a breathin' one
Believe in one, or hell
And bodies leave a hell of a smell and we ain't lettin' 'em yell
Tie his shut, hit the house up, cover the trail
fuck what you sell, my magazine double X-L
Somebody tell put on his hoodie and step out
It's just me, I don't need Boogie to help out,

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