Luyện nghe bài hát Litty/Zeze Freestyle (Joyner Lucas Diss)

(It's JP Soundz)
Why you mad at me cuz I tell you the
That you lost bar-to-bar with an R&B nigga (Huh?)
It's a whole different level of over here dog
You don't to spoil me nigga
You spit that cute shit and I that mucus, I'm sick
Bitch a pocket Confucius
You just be rhyming they you won't do shit
They know if they try me I'm probably shoot ya
Lucas you stupid, I took your song
I it better 'cuz you did it wrong
You made it like the black man was weak
So that I had to tweak it and that we strong
You had it seeming like we couldn't even and write
Couldn't it, I was watching the TV like (What?)
He had the white calling this black kid all kinds of niggas
I found out that he half white (Oh), now it makes sense
He a kid caught up in the Matrix (Right?)
He was raised in the 'burbs around nothin' but white
So all he learned was black (For real)
All his songs reinforce black
I mean, even his is white (My name is)
He know where he belong, he been lost in the dark so long
I'm just tryin' to him the light (For real)
You nuttin' but a gimmick, you an mimic
Got a whole lotta flow with a bit of lyrics
You make a nigga bob, soon as he hear it
Soon as it off, boom they forget it (Haha)
My lyrics be touchin' a nigga's
Incitin' to recite as as a nigga hear it
Gangsta shit, it tears, so they really bear it
I give 'em that pain, shit's been generic
This is R, versus PG (Uh-huh)
is the [?] vs PC (For real)
This is the lyrical with a master's degree
Goin' against a nigga barely got a GED
Ya'll you and seein' me
that fast Cat in the Hat rap
And the mask strapped to the backpack
five [?] rap
He say like that, and ya'll act like that shit cray
That shit is wack, shit ain't lyrical
My shit is poetry, my is biblical
Shit I be sayin', you explain
than a gift, my shit a miracle
I am here to do God's work (That's all)
And get you niggas bar work, so I'm gonna 'em today
Then I'm back to the front line tomorrow, my job is hard
You see the difference (What?) You listen (Listen)
See all of these bars like I'm in
Do you hear the kinda entredres I'm
I'm the future and I'm like Larsa on Scotty Pippen
niggas forgettin' I'm the motherfuckin' GOAT? (I'm the GOAT)
Spittin' nothin' but you that can quote (You can quote)
Nigga than winter without a coat
He said he smoke, well nigga I'm at your throat
Like, like, like, like the Adam's
Take 'em to church like a
Same one that hyped you on the 'gram like you
Gonna be the same laughin' at you
This a grown man, vs a boy, a loaded pistol vs a toy
It's a nigga jokes vs a nigga with quotes
It's a truth vs a motherfuckin'
no one illa, a bar-for-bar killer
I'm here to break down all these [?] you up
is scammin' all of you niggas
His song be 10 minutes, 9 minutes be
(What's that?) Just a whole words (Oh)
nouns no verbs (Uh-huh)
I can't front he got a whole views (What?)
That's proof we got a whole lotta nerds (Ha ha)
[?] street to G's
Niggas on locks, use to move the keys
I did this so every one who roots for you see
Unguarded,[?] ain't shit you could do me
Now this is just a warm up but I swear if you reply you a
Go ahead, you can if you wanna
And I'm on ya, like a piranha
Joyner, next time you gonna fuck with a
sure you got a will, and you comfortable dyin'
Troy you my nigga, I ain't bein' biased
Whoever tell you that he they lyin'
just tryin' to ease the pain
I'm tryin' to you the game
While that we ain't the same
Can't him to me (Why not?)
Cuz the niggas are but I kinda like his raps, so it's a shame
I kill him (Kill him) but I can't front, I kinda feel him
But he was talkin' all greasy, I gotta him (I gotta kill him)
Anyone of you niggas could go him (I kill him)
on, my nigga, this is warm up
Don't play me man, we different lyricists
Cat, hat, mat, pack, I don't do of that
You cool tho, be hot
I fuck wit the flow, I be mesmerized it
I be listenin' to the words like, yeah, when you write that shit down you ain't saying nothin'
You know what I'm
Tory you, but I killed Tory
Tory don't be talkin' that America
Don't no Canada vs America shit
I kill you too, nigga, stop playin' me, nigga
You know what the fuck I here
Don't be mad at me I made your song better
You wrote I'm Not a Racist, had a black lookin' scared
I try to help you, I ain't mad that I ain't discover the
You mad cuz I did it better, ha ha