Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Not Joyner

This we separate
The boys the men
I'm not
I am not
You niggas really got me up
It's to get real spooky
real real spooky, you feel me?
We ain't even gon' play you not one bit, you feel me?
I about lettin' you live 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 stop with me
(Bitch)

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This is when it spicy (Spicy)
You went to Funk Flex a started spittin' just 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 sound like me in a couple of (Yeah)
You said memories don't die, my don't lie
You literally went up there and mimicked me the whole
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 scandal (Tryna up a scandal)
You ain't never played the first the samples (Never!)
Turnin' yay to rock 'Ye was on the Roc workin' with samples
Pick the wrong person to amp you in front of audience
Now let's get more intense, hollows is 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 goin' (I ain't)
Put money I'll back smack and start snatchin' all Tory's
I ain't Lucas, never went to college, I'm a corner student
Before the music, white tainted 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
This is only the (Only the start)
I'm 'bout to send you where it's lonely and dark, hold your
Ain't no street niggas out condonin' these marks
Shells hit his body, and they tore apart
Keep it a buck, I really your shit (Like your shit)
And I give you respect, 'cause you one of the few that your shit
But besides 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, it's for respect, is not for fame
But I know if I you off, it's a lot to gain
Caught a Capela, the handle, then the rocket bang
Jammed 'em in traffic, had swervin' in and out of lanes
We are not the same (We are not designed the same)
You come to or not?
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, this a booby trap, he fall for it
4-4, push his kuffi back, make him forward
Before I get bodied by a singin' nigga, I'll body a nigga
Then air out the choir while they to niggas
Me and you can up right now, fuck bringin' niggas
Omar from The Wire with the shotty bunch of Stringer
War time, about face, I gotta clout chase (Clout chase)
I don't gotta rap for nine just to sound great
You diss Joyner with his sound? Oh, that's foul play
You diss and took his style on your Love Me Now? tape
You ain't never trapped in a with out-of-town plates
You ain't got no killers down on a trial date
My youngin' in the feds and they hit 'em a pound cake
Five for a gun? Man, that shit doesn't sound straight
I slam Tory the ground shake and the towel break
FN make him moonwalk, yappa make him cloud
really think this clown safe? This gon' be a easy one
With these here versus a nigga with a recedin' one
I you this your last straw, now you gotta eatin' one
Livin' life on the 'til you got a breathin' one
Believe in one, or hell
And dead bodies leave a hell of a smell and we ain't 'em yell
Tie his shut, hit the house up, cover the trail
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 don't wanna nothin' 'bout your sales, nigga
Your followers, none of shit, nigga
Come outside, nigga, put your boots on, nigga
bring Boogie up, none of that shit, nigga
I do shit for real, nigga
You must be really of your time, nigga
You're 20 some years old a 50 year old nigga hairline
Get the out of here
Tory!
Uno, tell that nigga I still need my too nigga, ha
R&B out of fuckin' pocket
Gotta you niggas around a little bit
you niggas how ugly it can get
Don!
Bitch!
Where the
Why the man body still there?
The man ain't supposed to be layin'
the damn ambulance?