Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Have Mercy (junio A & Lil' Sain Diss)

[Verse 1: Tha U] [Lyrical Verse]

Dark past, full of evil
the dark world
With errors

I none
Boy, I'm up
To the son

ADSL
To a called
New

Ill
Bro, they sound way to

Exclamation in Junio?
man, That's dum

What's the A
The

Last time I
idiots
Only learning how to rap

So dissed Major
Is supposed to be a threat?

They more a diss to themselves
Cause sound rather crap

yeah I I'm moderate
But for you
Psychology is you need to be
Lyrically

Don't mess with
The on this track
Kill
Best believe I
Useless

Blah blah
There u go
that
Rhyme of in a professional shack

So boast about opinions
I'ma boast about the

YEAH!!
Hala

Lord Have Mercy & pity on son
From what I once was to what I have
Lord Mercy, L L L Lord Have Mercy
Lord Have Mercy and pity on son

[Verse 2:

Lord have on them
They just little
They dont really know what they
They dont the game
They dont whats cooking

You all just lil Chihuahuas tryna bark out
But dont ever let me you rats
In of a crowd
Coz you gon die boy
Ill knock out lights boy
I swear youll never make it out here boy

You ni**as like
You all just liar
The truth you told
Is that you are
In kop

And you like gop
Your look like snot
They style you like
Is handing out

What the f*ck thats gay
You think yal insane
But for yal its all in vain

Lord Have Mercy & on your son
From what I once was to what I become
Lord Have Mercy, L L L Have Mercy
Lord Have Mercy and on your son

[Verse 3: Tha Real U] [Message

Now I'm back in this
Let autotune sing

I am an underground king
Now matter wat you damnwell

Ous is
Sowi hulle
soe 'n drol in a
dat is

Lil sain? Lil
My bru, even rap name
like it's a big pain

In the A you
The one you see to that
Stupid name Romeo and Junio

Yeah I called him gay, that white don't lie

And I your brothers on that track
in Weston
Ha should rather die

Whatever u got on Tylon
I don't a shit

But I want yal to know

I'm the
And I'm it!

your eyes homie I'ma about to start
it

Lord have
Upon these who have no idea
real Hip-Hop is

This for too
They they really cool

brings the peace
But the peace I
The world give to you

Go back to
Where you use real words
Instead of
With useless curse

And yo I got more
you so bunny
Shut up, you only one of
The West bottom few

I you
To an duel
Let's see who has
fuel

I a tank
That me to heaven and back
You a drank
That makes u rhymes
That like the shit
constipated ass
Forever

R.E.A.L Me
F.A.K.E You

My flow,
My theme,
My aim,
Yal
It's at all.

Escalator up I'm at Weskus Mall
But to yal it's just a
I hope kick yal like a ball

Quit, quit, quit hollow
Your rhymes so clich like
Kiss my ass, you deserve sorrow
Sooner or later you can my polo
gay boy, but no homo!
(haha ha ha ha ha ha haaa)

Lord Mercy & pity on your son
From what I once was to what I have
Lord Have Mercy, L L L Lord Mercy
Lord Have and pity on your son