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 different level of lyrics here dog
You don't want to me nigga
You spit cute shit and I spit that mucus, I'm sick
Bitch you're a Confucius
You just be rhyming know you won't do shit
They know if they try me I'm probably go'n ya
Lucas you stupid, I took your song
I it better 'cuz you did it wrong
You it seem like the black man was weak
So that I had to tweak it and that we strong
You had it like we couldn't even read and write
Couldn't it, I was watching the TV like (What?)
He had the white calling this black kid all kinds of niggas
Then I found out he half white (Oh), now it makes sense
He a mixed kid up in the Matrix (Right?)
He was raised in the 'burbs around nothin' but racists
So all he was black hatred (For real)
All his songs reinforce black
I mean, his hero is white (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 nuttin' but a gimmick, you an Eminem
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, they forget it (Haha)
My lyrics be touchin' a nigga's
Incitin' to recite as soon as a nigga it
Gangsta shit, it tears, so really can't bear it
I give 'em pain, that shit's been generic
This is rated R, PG (Uh-huh)
is the [?] vs PC (For real)
This is the professor with a master's degree
Goin' against a that barely 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 shit like that, and ya'll act like shit cray
That is wack, That shit ain't lyrical
My shit is poetry, my shit is
Shit I be sayin', you cannot
More than a gift, my shit a
I am just to do God's work (That's all)
And get you bar work, so I'm gonna kill 'em today
Then I'm to the front line tomorrow, my job is hard work
You see the difference (What?) You listen (Listen)
See all of bars like I'm in prison?
Do you hear the kinda I'm spitting?
I'm the future and I'm cheatin' Larsa on Scotty Pippen
Ya'll niggas I'm the motherfuckin' GOAT? (I'm the GOAT)
Spittin' but bars you that can quote (You can quote)
Nigga colder than winter without a
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 hyped you on the that like you
Gonna be the same ones at you
This a grown man, vs a boy, a loaded pistol vs a toy
It's a nigga with jokes vs a nigga with
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?) Just a lotta words (Oh)
nouns no verbs (Uh-huh)
I can't front he got a whole views (What?)
That's just proof we got a lotta nerds (Ha ha)
[?] street to G's
on locks, they 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 up but I swear if you reply you a goner
Go ahead, you can if you wanna
And I'm on ya, a fuckin' piranha
Joyner, next you gonna fuck with a lion
sure you got a will, and you comfortable dyin'
Troy you my nigga, I ain't bein' biased
Whoever tell you that he didn't lyin'
They just to ease the pain
I'm to teach you the game
While that we ain't the same
compare him to me (Why not?)
Cuz the niggas are lame but I kinda like his raps, so it's a
I gotta kill him (Kill him) but I front, I kinda feel him
But he was talkin' all greasy, I kill him (I gotta kill him)
Anyone of you niggas could go with him (I him)
Come on, my nigga, is warm up
Don't with 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 really saying
You what I'm sayin'?
Tory you, but I killed Tory
Tory don't be talkin' America shit
Don't no Canada vs America shit
I kill you too, nigga, playin' with me, nigga
You know what the I doin' here
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 ain't mad that I ain't the song
You mad cuz I did it better, ha ha