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 bar-to-bar with an R&B nigga (Huh?)
a whole different level of lyrics over here dog
You don't want to spoil me
You spit that cute shit and I that mucus, I'm sick
you're a pocket Confucius
You just be rhyming know 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 seem like the black man was
So that I had to tweak it and that we strong
You had it like we couldn't even read and write
Couldn't believe it, I was watching the TV (What?)
He had the white supremacist calling this black kid all kinds of
I found out that he half white (Oh), now it makes sense
He a mixed kid up in the Matrix (Right?)
He was raised in the around nothin' but white racists
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 where he belong, he been lost in the dark so long
I'm just tryin' to give him the (For real)
You nuttin' but a gimmick, you an mimic
Got a whole lotta with a little 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 a nigga's sprit
Incitin' to recite as soon as a nigga it
Gangsta shit, it tears, so they really can't it
I give 'em that pain, that shit's been
This is rated R, 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
With fast Cat in the Hat rap
And the black mask to the backpack
With [?] 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 shit is
I be sayin', you cannot explain
More than a gift, my a miracle
I am just here to do work (That's all)
And get you bar work, so I'm gonna kill 'em today
I'm back to the front line tomorrow, my job is hard work
You see the difference (What?) You gotta (Listen)
See all of bars like I'm in prison?
Do you hear the entredres I'm spitting?
I'm the future and I'm cheatin' like on Scotty Pippen
niggas forgettin' I'm the motherfuckin' GOAT? (I'm the GOAT)
Spittin' 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
Take 'em to church a tabernacle
Same one that you on the 'gram that like you
be the same ones laughin' at you
This a grown man, vs a boy, a loaded pistol vs a toy
It's a nigga with vs a nigga with quotes
It's a truth vs a ploy
no one illa, a bar-for-bar killer
I'm to break down all these [?] you build up
is scammin' all of you niggas
His song be 10 minutes, 9 minutes be
(What's that?) a whole lotta words (Oh)
nouns no verbs (Uh-huh)
I can't front he got a lotta views (What?)
That's just proof we got a lotta nerds (Ha ha)
[?] street to G's
Niggas on locks, use to move the keys
I did so every one who roots for you could see
Unguarded,[?] ain't shit you do with me
Now this is a warm up but I swear if you reply you a goner
Go ahead, you can play if you
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'
killed you my nigga, I ain't bein' biased
Whoever tell you that he didn't lyin'
They just tryin' to the pain
I'm to teach you the game
While establishing we ain't the same
compare him to me (Why not?)
Cuz the niggas are lame but I kinda like his raps, so a shame
I gotta him (Kill him) but I can't front, I kinda feel him
But he was talkin' all greasy, I gotta kill him (I gotta 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 none of
You cool tho, be hot
I fuck wit the flow, I be with 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 you, but I killed Tory
Tory don't be that America shit
Don't no Canada vs America shit
I kill you too, nigga, playin' with me, nigga
You know what the fuck I doin'
Don't be mad at me because I 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