Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Not Joyner

This where we
The boys the men
I'm not
I am not
You niggas really got me up
'bout to get real spooky
Real real spooky, you feel me?
We ain't even play 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 stop with me
(Bitch)

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This is when it gets (Spicy)
You went to Flex 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)
that's why you sound like me in a couple of lines (Yeah)
You said memories don't die, my memory lie
You literally went up and mimicked me the whole time
You puttin' on the list (List)
You tell the it's false, but when I seen you backstage you admitted to the shit (You admitted to the shit)
Perfect example of nigga work up a scandal (Tryna work up a scandal)
You ain't played the first with the samples (Never!)
Turnin' yay to rock since 'Ye was on the Roc workin' samples
the wrong person to amp you in front of this audience
Now let's get more intense, hollows is in the .40 clip
Oh, Tory rich? I'll line the kid up like Tori
I ain't none of these backpack, rap cats you been goin' (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 it's (All-inclusive)
This ain't what you wanted, stupid, I threw the
Huge mistake, you 'bout to fall into it, show me your
And don't you the panic yet
is only the start (Only the start)
I'm 'bout to you where it's lonely and dark, hold your remarks
Ain't no fuckin' street out condonin' these 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, 'cause you one of the few that write shit
But besides the point (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, this is not for
But I know if I 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 come to or not?
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, I'ma yours for it
Uh-oh, this a booby trap, he fall for it
4-4, push his kuffi back, him fall forward
Before I get bodied by a singin' nigga, I'll a singin' nigga
Then air out the choir while sing to niggas
Me and you can meet up now, fuck bringin' niggas
Omar from The Wire with the shotty bunch of niggas
War time, about face, I don't gotta clout (Clout chase)
I gotta rap for nine minutes just to sound great
You diss Joyner Lucas 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 down on a trial date
My youngin' in the feds and they hit 'em with a cake
Five for a gun? Man, that doesn't even sound straight
I slam Tory 'til the ground and the towel break
FN make him moonwalk, yappa make him skate
Y'all think this clown safe? This gon' be a easy one
these here lines versus a nigga with a recedin' one
I you this your last straw, now you gotta eatin' one
life on the tube 'til you got a breathin' one
Believe in one, heaven or
And dead bodies leave a 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 double X-L
Somebody tell Tory put on his hoodie and out
just me, I don't need Boogie to help out, nigga

I don't wanna hear nothin' 'bout your sales,
followers, none of that shit, nigga
Come outside, nigga, put fuckin' boots on, nigga
Don't bring Boogie up, none of that shit,
I do this shit for real,
You must be really ahead of time, nigga
You're 20 some old with a 50 year old nigga hairline
Get the fuck out of
Tory!
Uno, that nigga I still need my hook too nigga, ha
R&B out of fuckin' pocket
Gotta slap you niggas around a bit
Show you niggas how it can get
Don!
Bitch!
the ambulance?
Why the man body still there?
The man ain't supposed to be there
the damn ambulance?