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

(It's JP Soundz)
Why you mad at me cuz I you the truth
That you lost goin' bar-to-bar an R&B nigga (Huh?)
It's a different level of lyrics over here dog
You don't want to spoil me
You spit that shit and I spit 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 go'n ya
Lucas you stupid, yeah I took your
I made it better 'cuz you did it
You made it seem like the black man was
So that I had to tweak it and that we strong
You had it seeming like we couldn't even read and
Couldn't it, I was watching the TV like (What?)
He had the supremacist calling this black kid all kinds of niggas
Then I found out that he half (Oh), now it makes sense
He a mixed kid 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 don't where he belong, he been lost in the dark so long
I'm just tryin' to him the light (For real)
You but a gimmick, you an Eminem mimic
Got a whole lotta flow with a little bit of
You make a nigga head bob, soon as he it
Soon as it goes off, boom forget it (Haha)
My lyrics be touchin' a nigga's
Incitin' to recite as soon as a nigga it
Gangsta shit, it tears, so they can't bear it
I 'em that pain, that shit's been generic
is rated R, versus PG (Uh-huh)
is the [?] vs PC (For real)
This is the lyrical professor with a master's
Goin' against a nigga that got a GED
Ya'll know you and me
that fast Cat in the Hat rap
And the black mask strapped to the
With [?] rap
He say shit like that, and ya'll act that shit cray
shit is wack, That shit ain't lyrical
My shit is poetry, my shit is
I be sayin', you cannot explain
More than a gift, my shit a
I am just to do God's work (That's all)
And get you niggas bar work, so I'm gonna kill 'em
Then I'm to the front line tomorrow, my job is hard work
You see the (What?) You gotta 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 cheatin' Larsa on Scotty Pippen
Ya'll niggas I'm the motherfuckin' GOAT? (I'm the GOAT)
nothin' but bars you that can quote (You can quote)
Nigga colder than winter a coat
He said he smoke, well nigga I'm at your throat
Like, like, like, like the Adam's
'em to church like a tabernacle
Same one that you on the 'gram that like you
Gonna be the same laughin' at you
This a grown man, vs a boy, it's a pistol vs a toy
It's a nigga jokes vs a nigga with quotes
It's a vs a motherfuckin' ploy
Ain't no one illa, a bar-for-bar
I'm here to break all these [?] you build up
Joyner is scammin' all of you
His be 10 minutes, 9 minutes be filler
(What's that?) a whole lotta words (Oh)
nouns no verbs (Uh-huh)
I can't front he got a whole lotta (What?)
That's just proof we got a whole nerds (Ha ha)
[?] street to G's
Niggas on locks, they use to the keys
I did this so one who roots for you could see
Unguarded,[?] ain't shit you do with me
Now this is just a warm up but I if you reply you a goner
Go ahead, you can play if you
And I'm on ya, like a piranha
Joyner, next you gonna fuck with a lion
sure you got a will, and you comfortable dyin'
Troy killed you my nigga, I ain't bein'
Whoever tell you that he didn't lyin'
They just to ease the pain
I'm to teach you the game
establishing 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 gotta kill him (Kill him) but I front, I kinda feel him
But he was all greasy, I gotta kill 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 with me man, we lyricists
Cat, hat, mat, pack, I don't do none of
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 I'm sayin'?
Tory killed you, but I killed
Tory don't be talkin' America shit
Don't start no Canada vs America
I kill you too, nigga, playin' with me, nigga
You know what the I doin' here
Don't be mad at me because I made song better
You wrote I'm Not a Racist, had a black lookin' scared
I try to help you, I ain't mad I ain't discover the song
You mad cuz I did it better, ha ha