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' with you not one bit, you feel me?
I thought about you live a little bit
But you gave me the gun,
You told me to you in the fuckin' head, nigga
I guess you I would jam up or somethin'
This clip unlimited,
Shit don't stop me
(Bitch)

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This is when it spicy (Spicy)
You went to Funk Flex a started just like me, (Facts)
up if I'm lyin'
You me that you watched my freestyle hundreds of times (Hundred of times)
that's why you sound 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 time
You niggas on the list (List)
You tell the world it's false, but when I you backstage you admitted to the shit (You admitted to the shit)
example of nigga tryna work up a scandal (Tryna work up a scandal)
You never played the first with the samples (Never!)
Turnin' yay to rock 'Ye was on the Roc workin' with samples
Pick the wrong person to amp you in of this audience
Now get more intense, hollows is stuffed in the .40 clip
Oh, Tory I'll 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 all Tory's shit
I ain't Lucas, never went to college, I'm a corner student
Before the music, tainted pills and it's all-inclusive (All-inclusive)
ain't what you wanted, stupid, I threw the bait
Huge mistake, you to fall into it, show me your heart
And don't you the panic yet
This is only the (Only the start)
I'm 'bout to send you where it's lonely and dark, hold your
no fuckin' street niggas out condonin' these marks
Shells hit his body, and they Tory apart
Keep it a buck, I really like your shit (Like shit)
And I give you respect, 'cause you one of the few that write shit
But besides the point (What up?)
And whoever I stand beside'll 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 if I finish you off, it's a lot to gain
Caught a Capela, the tre' handle, then the bang
'em in traffic, had bullets swervin' in and out of lanes
We are not the same (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 life, I'ma take yours for it
Uh-oh, a booby trap, hope he fall for it
4-4, push his back, make him fall forward
Before I get bodied by a singin' nigga, I'll a singin' nigga
Then air out the choir while they to niggas
Me and you can meet up right now, fuck niggas
from The Wire with the shotty bunch of Stringer niggas
War time, face, I don't gotta clout chase (Clout chase)
I don't gotta rap for minutes just to sound great
You diss Joyner Lucas with his Oh, that's foul 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 on a trial date
My in the feds and they hit 'em with a pound cake
Five for a gun? Man, that doesn't even sound straight
I slam Tory 'til the ground shake and the towel
FN make him moonwalk, yappa make him skate
Y'all really think this clown safe? This be a easy one
With these here lines versus a nigga with a one
I told you this last straw, now you gotta eatin' one
Livin' life on the tube you got a breathin' one
in one, heaven 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
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 wanna hear nothin' 'bout your sales, nigga
Your followers, of that shit, nigga
Come outside, nigga, put your fuckin' on, nigga
bring Boogie up, none of that shit, nigga
I do this for real, nigga
You be really ahead of your time, nigga
You're 20 some years old with a 50 old nigga hairline
Get the out of here
Tory!
Uno, that nigga I still 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!
the ambulance?
Why the man body still there?
The man supposed to be layin' there
the damn ambulance?