Luyện nghe bài hát Kaos Diss (Lynx & Nyce)

1:(Xylonite)
I'ma catastrophy to yo
I put in yo chest
To make yo bleed
Blood out yo sockets
of lint in yo pockets
Don't make me fuckin' this
I'll make you drop it
Nigga don't got my
You a blonde in college
I lyrics to get yo weak ass rhymes abolished
Why you that job
Kessels don't take no
You'll get it robbed
'cause yous a weak nigga wit no to work fo' ya
And Nice'll get that 5.0 to fo' ya
And Spin put out the fo' ya
I'm all my scrill
To take out that
I'll make you fo' real
Might not involve the
But it get you there
Tell Tia to braid ya
It not look good
But it'll you that pussy glare
Don't his to offence
Pin you up to the
You makin' mad
This only in yo dreams
But not mine I'ma be rollin' in that
And why you at it
Was ya mouf out wit
It'll make ya smell betta
Make yo smoove like leather
Try to my weather
(Nigga)

2:(Aslo)
I'ma for real
You don't
scrilla for real
This is so lonely
Lynx and Nyce on some
Chaos they wit
maf' be makin' hits
I popped and my wits
Ace you jus a
I be's a fuckin'
I slice, slash, and make
Like blades (uh...)
I'm nice enough
Slightly percise
I might jus ya up
Milk you to my cup
Nigga this game's too
You might jus on up
I'm da pimp, you da
Bitch keep ya mouf
Y'all broke
'Kaos' a joke
make me reapproach
I'll slit ya fuckin'
T.Jones and X.Broach'll
show y'all ch'all in fo
cut ya tires
Touch ya
Break ya
We sit and make
sit wit no jobs
We even and odd
We turn y'all like knobs
I'm da kicka
Nigga you da licka
I jump for
You jump for
You aint a hitta
Nigga you soft as
Up in gay butt
Ask me a question
I'll show you been up