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 goin' with an R&B nigga (Huh?)
It's a whole level of lyrics over here dog
You want to spoil me nigga
You spit that cute shit and I that mucus, I'm sick
Bitch you're a pocket
You just be rhyming they know you won't do
They if they try me I'm probably go'n shoot ya
you stupid, yeah I took your song
I made it better you did it wrong
You made it like the black man was weak
So that I had to it and show that we strong
You had it seeming we couldn't even read and write
Couldn't it, I was watching the TV like (What?)
He had the white supremacist calling this kid all kinds of niggas
Then I 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 hatred (For real)
All his songs reinforce black
I mean, even his hero is (My name is)
He don't know he belong, he been lost in the dark so long
I'm just to give him the light (For real)
You but a gimmick, you an Eminem mimic
Got a whole flow with a little bit of lyrics
You make a nigga bob, soon as he hear it
Soon as it goes off, boom 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 can't bear it
I give 'em that pain, that shit's been
This is R, versus PG (Uh-huh)
is the [?] vs PC (For real)
This is the lyrical professor with a master's
Goin' a nigga that barely got a GED
know you and seein' me
With that Cat in the Hat rap
And the black mask strapped to the
five [?] rap
He say shit like that, and ya'll act that shit cray
That shit is wack, That ain't lyrical
My is poetry, my shit is biblical
Shit I be sayin', you cannot
More than a gift, my 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 line tomorrow, my job is hard work
You see the difference (What?) You gotta (Listen)
See all of these like I'm in prison?
Do you hear the kinda I'm spitting?
I'm the and I'm cheatin' like Larsa on Scotty Pippen
Ya'll niggas forgettin' I'm the GOAT? (I'm the GOAT)
nothin' but bars you that can quote (You can quote)
Nigga colder than without a coat
He said he wanted smoke, well 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 that you
Gonna be the ones laughin' at you
This a grown man, vs a boy, it's a pistol vs a toy
It's a nigga with vs a nigga with quotes
It's a vs a motherfuckin' ploy
Ain't no one illa, a killer
I'm here to break down all these [?] you up
is scammin' all of you niggas
His be 10 minutes, 9 minutes be filler
(What's that?) Just a lotta words (Oh)
Buncha no verbs (Uh-huh)
I can't front he got a lotta views (What?)
just proof we got a whole lotta nerds (Ha ha)
[?] dudes to G's
Niggas on locks, they use to the keys
I did this so every one who roots for you see
Unguarded,[?] ain't you could do with 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, a fuckin' piranha
Joyner, next time you gonna fuck with a
Make sure you got a will, and you dyin'
Troy you my nigga, I ain't bein' biased
Whoever you that he didn't they lyin'
They just to ease the pain
I'm to teach you the game
While establishing that we ain't the
Can't him to me (Why not?)
Cuz the niggas are but I kinda like his raps, so it's a shame
I gotta him (Kill him) but I can't front, I kinda feel him
But he was all greasy, I gotta kill him (I gotta kill him)
Anyone of you niggas go with him (I kill him)
Come on, my nigga, is warm up
Don't play with me man, we lyricists
Cat, hat, mat, pack, I don't do of that
You cool tho, be hot
I wit the flow, I be mesmerized with it
I be to the words like, yeah, when you write that shit down you ain't really saying nothin'
You know I'm sayin'?
Tory killed you, but I Tory
Tory don't be talkin' that shit
Don't start no Canada vs shit
I kill you too, nigga, stop playin' with me,
You know the fuck I doin' 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 mad that I ain't discover the song
You mad cuz I did it better, ha ha