Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Not Joyner

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

1]
This is when it gets (Spicy)
You went to Funk Flex a spittin' just like me, (Facts)
up if I'm lyin'
You told me you watched my freestyle hundreds of times (Hundred of times)
Guess that's why you like me in a couple of lines (Yeah)
You said memories don't die, my memory lie
You literally went up there and me the whole time
You puttin' niggas on the (List)
You tell the world it's false, but when I seen you backstage you to the shit (You admitted to the shit)
Perfect example of nigga tryna work up a (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 wrong person to amp you in of this audience
Now let's get more intense, hollows is 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 money I'll back smack and start snatchin' all shit
I ain't Joyner Lucas, never went to college, I'm a student
Before the music, white pills and it's all-inclusive (All-inclusive)
This ain't what you wanted, stupid, I the bait
Huge mistake, you 'bout to fall into it, me your heart
And don't you the panic yet
is only the start (Only the start)
I'm to send you where it's lonely and dark, hold your remarks
Ain't no fuckin' street niggas out condonin' marks
Shells hit his body, and they tore 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 your
But besides the point (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, is not for fame
But I know if I finish you off, it's a lot to
Caught a Capela, the tre' handle, then the bang
Jammed 'em in traffic, had bullets in and out of lanes
We are not the same (We are not designed the same)
You come to play or
The .40 in the safety box, the .380 change
We all for it, it ain't called for, but he for it
Sacrifice a rapper life, I'ma yours for it
Uh-oh, this a booby trap, hope he for it
4-4, push his kuffi back, make him fall
I get bodied by a singin' nigga, I'll body a singin' nigga
Then air out the choir while they sing to
Me and you can meet up now, fuck bringin' niggas
from 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 minutes just to sound great
You Joyner Lucas with 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 out-of-town plates
You ain't got no killers down on a trial date
My youngin' in the feds and hit 'em with a pound cake
Five for a Man, that shit doesn't even sound straight
I slam Tory the ground shake and the towel break
FN him moonwalk, yappa make him cloud skate
Y'all really think this safe? This gon' be a easy one
With these here lines versus a nigga a recedin' one
I you this your last straw, now you gotta eatin' one
life on the tube 'til you got a breathin' one
Believe in one, heaven or
And dead bodies leave a hell of a smell and we ain't lettin' 'em
Tie his mouth shut, hit the house up, cover the
Like fuck what you sell, my magazine X-L
Somebody tell Tory put on his and step out
It's just me, I don't need Boogie to out, nigga

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