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' with you not one bit, you feel me?
I about 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 I would jam up or somethin'
This clip unlimited,
Shit don't with me
(Bitch)

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This is it gets spicy (Spicy)
You went to Funk Flex a started spittin' 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 sound me in a couple of lines (Yeah)
You said don't die, my memory don't lie
You literally went up there and mimicked me the time
You puttin' on the list (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 (Tryna work up a scandal)
You ain't played the first with the samples (Never!)
yay to rock since 'Ye was on the Roc workin' with samples
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 Tori Brixx
I ain't none of these backpack, rap you been goin' against (I ain't)
Put money I'll back and start snatchin' all Tory's shit
I ain't Joyner Lucas, 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 to fall into it, show me your heart
And don't you the panic yet
is only the start (Only the start)
I'm 'bout to send you it's lonely and dark, hold your remarks
Ain't no fuckin' street niggas out condonin' marks
Shells hit his body, and they Tory apart
Keep it a buck, I really your shit (Like your shit)
And I give you respect, you one of the few that write your shit
But that's the point (What up?)
And whoever I stand beside'll point and stretch 'em and bury the weapon so they never find the
not a game, it's for respect, this 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 rocket
Jammed 'em in traffic, had bullets swervin' in and out of
We are not designed the (We are not designed the same)
You to play or not?
The .40 in the box, the .380 pocket change
We all for it, it called for, but he called for it
Sacrifice a life, I'ma 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 nigga, I'll body a singin' nigga
Then air out the choir while they 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 gotta clout chase (Clout chase)
I don't gotta rap for nine minutes 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 hooptie with out-of-town
You ain't got no killers waitin' on a trial date
My youngin' in the feds and they hit 'em with a cake
for a gun? Man, that shit doesn't even sound straight
I Tory 'til the ground shake and the towel break
FN make him moonwalk, make him cloud skate
Y'all think this clown safe? This gon' be a easy one
With these here lines versus a nigga a recedin' one
I told you this your 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 lettin' 'em yell
Tie his mouth shut, hit the house up, the trail
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 out, nigga

I don't wanna hear nothin' your sales, nigga
followers, none of that shit, nigga
Come outside, nigga, put your boots on, nigga
Don't bring Boogie up, none of that shit,
I do shit for real, nigga
You must be ahead of your time, nigga
You're 20 years old with 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 niggas out of fuckin'
slap you niggas around a little bit
Show you niggas how it can get
Don!
Bitch!
Where the
Why the man body still there?
The man ain't supposed to be there
the damn ambulance?