Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Not Joyner

This where we
The boys the men
I'm not
I am not
You really got me fucked up
It's 'bout to get real
Real real real spooky, you me?
We ain't even gon' with you not one bit, you feel me?
I about lettin' you live a little bit
But you me the gun, nigga
You told me to you in the fuckin' head, nigga
I you thought 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 to Funk Flex 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 memories 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 seen you backstage you admitted to the shit (You to the shit)
example of nigga tryna work up a scandal (Tryna work up a scandal)
You ain't never played the first 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 get more intense, hollows is stuffed in the .40 clip
Oh, Tory rich? I'll line the kid up like Tori
I none of these backpack, rap cats you been goin' against (I ain't)
Put money I'll 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 what you wanted, stupid, I threw the bait
Huge mistake, you 'bout to into it, show 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, your remarks
Ain't no fuckin' street niggas out condonin' marks
Shells hit his body, and 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 shit
But that's the point (What up?)
And whoever I stand beside'll point and stretch 'em and bury the so they never find the joint
It's not a game, for respect, this 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 swervin' 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, take yours 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, body a singin' nigga
Then air out the choir while they sing to
Me and you can meet up right now, bringin' niggas
Omar from The Wire the shotty bunch of Stringer niggas
War time, about face, I don't clout chase (Clout chase)
I don't gotta rap for nine minutes to sound great
You diss Joyner Lucas with his sound? Oh, that's foul
You diss Drake and took his style on your Love Me tape
You never trapped in a hooptie with out-of-town plates
You ain't got no killers down waitin' on a trial
My in the feds and they hit 'em with a pound cake
Five for a gun? Man, that shit doesn't even straight
I slam Tory 'til the ground shake and the break
FN him moonwalk, yappa make him cloud skate
Y'all really think this safe? This gon' be a easy one
With here lines versus a nigga with a recedin' one
I told you your last straw, now you gotta eatin' one
life on the tube 'til you got a breathin' one
Believe in one, heaven or
And bodies leave a hell of a smell and we ain't lettin' 'em yell
Tie his mouth shut, hit the house up, cover the
Like fuck what you sell, my magazine X-L
Somebody tell put on his hoodie and step out
It's just me, I don't need Boogie to help out,

I don't hear nothin' 'bout your sales, nigga
Your followers, none of 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 must be really of your time, nigga
20 some years old with a 50 year old nigga hairline
Get the out of here
Tory!
Uno, that nigga I still need my hook too nigga, ha
R&B niggas out of fuckin'
slap you niggas around a little bit
Show you niggas how it can get
Don!
Bitch!
the ambulance?
Why the man body still there?
The man ain't to be layin' there
Where the damn