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

1]
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 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 die, my memory don't lie
You literally went up there and mimicked me the whole
You puttin' niggas on the (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 scandal (Tryna up a scandal)
You never played the first with the samples (Never!)
Turnin' yay to rock since 'Ye was on the Roc workin' with
Pick the person to amp you in front of this audience
Now let's get more intense, is stuffed in the .40 clip
Oh, Tory rich? I'll line the kid up like Brixx
I ain't none of these backpack, rap cats you been against (I ain't)
Put I'll back smack and start snatchin' all Tory's shit
I ain't Joyner Lucas, never to college, I'm a corner student
Before the music, white pills and it's all-inclusive (All-inclusive)
This what you wanted, stupid, I threw the bait
Huge mistake, you 'bout to fall into it, me your heart
And don't you start the yet
This is only the (Only the start)
I'm 'bout to send you where lonely and dark, hold your remarks
Ain't no street niggas out condonin' these marks
Shells hit his body, and they tore Tory
Keep it a buck, I really like your shit (Like shit)
And I you respect, 'cause you one of the few that write your shit
But that's besides the (What up?)
And whoever I stand beside'll point and 'em and bury the weapon so they never find the joint
It's not a game, it's for respect, this is not for
But I know if I finish you off, a lot to gain
a Capela, the tre' handle, then the rocket bang
Jammed 'em in traffic, had bullets in and out of lanes
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
Sacrifice a rapper life, I'ma take for it
Uh-oh, a booby trap, hope he fall for it
4-4, push his kuffi back, make him fall
Before I get bodied by a singin' nigga, I'll body a singin'
Then air out the choir while they sing to
Me and you can meet up right now, fuck bringin'
Omar from The Wire with the bunch of Stringer niggas
War time, face, I don't gotta clout chase (Clout chase)
I don't gotta rap for nine minutes just to sound
You diss Joyner Lucas with his Oh, that's foul play
You diss and took his style on your Love Me Now? tape
You ain't never trapped in a hooptie with plates
You ain't got no down waitin' on a trial date
My in the feds and they hit 'em with a pound cake
Five for a gun? Man, that shit doesn't sound straight
I slam 'til the ground shake and the towel break
FN him moonwalk, yappa make him cloud skate
really think this clown safe? This gon' be a easy one
With these lines versus a nigga with a recedin' one
I told you this your last straw, now you eatin' one
Livin' life on the 'til you got a breathin' one
Believe in one, or hell
And dead bodies leave a of a smell and we ain't lettin' 'em yell
Tie his mouth shut, hit the up, cover the trail
Like fuck what you sell, my magazine X-L
Somebody tell Tory put on his hoodie and out
It's just me, I don't need to help out, nigga

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