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

[Verse 1: Tha Real U] Verse]

past, full of evil endeavours
Illuminating the dark
With stupid

I have
Boy, I'm up
To the son

Connection
To a called
New

Ill
Bro, they sound way to

Exclamation mark in
man, That's dum

What's the A
The

Last I heard
idiots
Only learning how to rap

So dissed Major
Is that to be a threat?

They more a diss to themselves
Cause they sound crap

I know I'm moderate
But for you
Psychology is what you to be
appropriate

Don't with that
The on this track
Mathematics
Best believe I
crap

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

So your boast opinions
I'ma about the facts

YEAH!!
Hala

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

2: Jempas]

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

You all just lil tryna bark out loud
But dont ever let me catch you
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 lying
You all just liar
The only truth you
Is you are bev*k
In kop

And you smell gop
Your eye-balls like snot
They only style you
Is out blow-jobs

What the f*ck thats gay
You asses yal insane
But for yal its all just in

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

[Verse 3: Tha Real U] [Message

Now I'm back in this
Let your 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, your rap name
like it's a big pain

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

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

And I know your brothers on track
down in
Ha should rather die

Whatever u got on Tylon
I don't give a

But I just yal to know

I'm the
And I'm it!

Close your eyes homie about to start
it

Lord have
these rappers who have no idea
What Hip-Hop is

This for too
They think they cool

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

Go back to
Where you actually use words
of swearing
With useless words

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

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

I a tank
That takes me to heaven and
You a drank
makes u piss rhymes
That sounds like the
Your ass
Forever

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

My flow,
My theme,
My aim,
Yal
nothing at all.

Escalator up I'm at Weskus Mall
But to yal just a fall
I hope they kick yal a ball

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