Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Not Joyner

This where we
The from 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 even gon' play with you not one bit, you feel me?
I thought 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,
don't stop with me
(Bitch)

1]
This is when it gets (Spicy)
You went to Funk a started spittin' just like me, (Facts)
up if I'm lyin'
You told me that you watched my freestyle hundreds of (Hundred of times)
Guess why you sound like me in a couple of lines (Yeah)
You said memories don't die, my don't lie
You literally went up there and mimicked me the whole
You puttin' on the list (List)
You tell the world it's false, but when I seen you backstage you to the shit (You admitted to the shit)
Perfect 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 since 'Ye was on the Roc with samples
Pick the wrong person to amp you in front of audience
Now let's get more intense, is stuffed in the .40 clip
Oh, Tory rich? line the kid up like Tori Brixx
I ain't none of these backpack, rap cats you goin' against (I ain't)
Put money I'll back and start snatchin' all Tory's shit
I ain't Lucas, never went to college, I'm a corner student
the music, white tainted pills and it's all-inclusive (All-inclusive)
This what you wanted, stupid, I threw the bait
Huge mistake, you 'bout to fall into it, show me 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 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 beside'll and stretch 'em and bury the weapon so they never find the joint
not a game, it's for respect, this is not for fame
But I know if I you off, it's a lot to gain
Caught a Capela, the tre' handle, the rocket bang
'em in traffic, had bullets swervin' in and out of lanes
We are not designed the (We are not designed the same)
You come to or not?
The .40 in the safety box, the .380 change
We all for it, it called for, but he called for it
a rapper life, I'ma take yours for it
Uh-oh, this a trap, hope he fall for it
4-4, his kuffi back, make him fall forward
Before I get bodied by a singin' nigga, I'll a singin' nigga
air out the choir while they sing to niggas
Me and you can meet up right now, fuck bringin'
Omar from The Wire with the bunch of Stringer niggas
War time, about face, I don't clout chase (Clout chase)
I don't gotta rap for nine just to sound great
You diss Joyner Lucas 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 out-of-town
You got no killers down waitin' on a trial date
My youngin' in the feds and they hit 'em with a cake
Five for a 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 really think this clown safe? This gon' be a one
With these here lines a nigga with a recedin' one
I told you this your last straw, now you eatin' one
Livin' life on the tube you got a breathin' one
Believe in one, or hell
And dead bodies leave a hell of a smell and we ain't lettin' 'em
Tie his mouth shut, hit the up, cover the trail
Like fuck you sell, my magazine double X-L
Somebody Tory 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' 'bout your sales,
Your followers, of that shit, nigga
Come outside, nigga, put your fuckin' on, nigga
Don't bring up, none of that shit, nigga
I do this shit for real,
You must be really of your time, nigga
You're 20 years old with a 50 year old nigga hairline
Get the fuck out of
Tory!
Uno, tell that 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!
Where the
Why the man body still right
The man ain't supposed to be there
Where the damn