Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Not Joyner

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

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This is it gets spicy (Spicy)
You went to Funk a started spittin' just like me, (Facts)
up if I'm lyin'
You told me that you watched my hundreds of times (Hundred of times)
Guess why you sound 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 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 ain't never played the first with the (Never!)
Turnin' yay to rock since 'Ye was on the Roc workin' with
Pick the wrong to amp you in front of this audience
Now let's get more intense, is stuffed in the .40 clip
Oh, Tory 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 Joyner Lucas, never went to college, I'm a student
Before the music, white tainted pills and all-inclusive (All-inclusive)
This ain't what you wanted, stupid, I threw the
Huge mistake, you 'bout to fall into it, me your heart
And you start the panic yet
This is only the (Only the start)
I'm 'bout to send you where it's lonely and dark, hold remarks
Ain't no fuckin' street niggas out these marks
hit his body, and they tore Tory 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 that's besides the (What up?)
And I stand beside'll 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 finish you off, it's a lot to
Caught a Capela, the tre' handle, then the rocket
Jammed 'em in traffic, had bullets swervin' in and out of
We are not the same (We are not designed the same)
You to play or not?
The .40 in the safety box, the .380 pocket
We all for it, it ain't called for, but he for it
Sacrifice a rapper life, I'ma yours for it
Uh-oh, a booby trap, hope he fall for it
4-4, his kuffi back, make him fall forward
Before I get by a singin' nigga, I'll body a singin' nigga
Then air out the choir they sing to niggas
Me and you can meet up right now, bringin' niggas
Omar from The Wire with the shotty of Stringer niggas
War time, about face, I don't gotta clout (Clout chase)
I don't gotta rap for nine just to sound great
You diss Lucas with his sound? Oh, that's foul play
You diss Drake and took his style on your Me Now? tape
You ain't never trapped in a hooptie with plates
You ain't got no killers down waitin' on a trial
My youngin' in the feds and hit 'em with a pound cake
Five for a gun? Man, that shit doesn't even sound
I slam Tory 'til the ground shake and the towel
FN make him moonwalk, yappa make him skate
really think this clown safe? This gon' be a easy one
With these here lines a nigga with a recedin' one
I told you this your straw, now you gotta eatin' one
Livin' life on the 'til you got a breathin' one
in one, heaven 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
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 Boogie to help out, nigga

I wanna hear nothin' 'bout your sales, nigga
Your followers, none of shit, nigga
Come outside, nigga, put fuckin' boots on, nigga
Don't bring Boogie up, none of that shit,
I do this 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 fuck out of
Tory!
Uno, tell that nigga I need my hook too nigga, ha
R&B out of fuckin' pocket
Gotta you niggas around a little bit
Show you 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 damn