Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Control (Freestyle)

Soul as the number man, I can throw a curve underhand
for the streets, not Summer Jam
This ain't for the fans wanna hear pop and snap
Drunk off Ciroc and the Yak, all y'all can watch from the
This ain't for self proclaimed legends that nobody wanna hear
Scared? get a gun, to peers, I got none
This ain't for fans sit y'all asses in the same spot
Y'all the same made Trinidad Jame$ hot
This ain't to Lamar, the nigga Kendrick got bars
I his shit and wasn't offended at all
And as it played I him say I wasn't mentioned with y'all
started it, only right I finish the job
So all that is revocable, from an overview
thing noticeable is how he barely gave me any quotables
I state facts, not to say it's but check the playback
Outrhyming A$AP ain't showing me where your at
I'm on my today, you the king of New York
You might as well had spit on Biggie's grave, couldn't let that away
I'm in the ? Club with the pen, ready to click and
Light Jay Elec ass up, my Exhibit A
Bitch kill my vibe is you wanna get into
em all in a swimming pool, full of phlem and drool
You renting jewels what's with all the
So when I ask you 'bout it that's my examination
a scrimmage to me, all these blemished MC's
Infamously it's image I see
But if it's bars, not about bread, to with the wealth
Put you of the bullet, just to see a shell of yourself
I mean uh, since rap has been accessible, they action been
This is what the do
Chick sending to tricks ain't get to see 'em
They even artists and they get paid per diem
We talking bars, then this whole conversation
Fuck all the subliminals now nigga saying
Some of these OG's I laugh at, don't know me to half ass
To me just one Joey that's bad ass
King of New York, my nigga it 5
it funky Drake washed you twice
Tell me Tyler that with saliva? I reply don't bring a lie around
Run up on Meek with the silencer, quiet down
Then off with his intro playing
Cause I get hype to that dog I ride to the shit
With nightmares, I wanna be at the root of em the mag off
Know he love so I'm leavin' him with Black Thoughts
You talking bars nigga better get
put they guts all on the track, still they never get felt
Lot of lower tier rappers rep for they belt
Nigga it's levels to this, dog you it yourself
But check it, when it comes to control, I might of a bit
Law abiding style I'm coming for all of it
Running in studio...engineer that recorded it
Yes men that supported it, any that reported it
Any he tour with, snuff whoever bought the shit
Whoever thought of it, his mentor taught him it
with a sneeze, hiccup, fart, even cough or lick
If I got it you coming to contort the shit
But the irony, all inspire me
in a spot a lot of us aspire to be,
You just striving my G, tip my hat so know it's real
Fuck whoever mad, you said how we all suppose to feel
I the game, some'll try and get amped
the envelope, some of us provided the stamp,
Predecessors wrote the letter, sealed it shut,
Some was without the percs, before Amil got touched
It's Hip Hop, should on the mic these niggas hands on
Shades that they wear in the club, they stand on
You mixed credibility with dead
Raise the bar like you on par with level of agility
Old Runnin' Rebel artillery, with Augmon at the 2
sparring y'all wanna do?
Get to argue with a spartan, play it
I heard them alien voices, knock the martian up outta dude
Seperate the beast the timid, it's hip hop
Fuck if your car is or rented, at least you in it
Foaming at the lips, looking the yeast in women
Don't be facetious most of y'all been a feast from the
This is for B.I.G., Suicidal Thoughts, printed
This for Nas, jacket with the uzi in it
Not no Suit shit, this that 92 Knicks
for Hov's missing 92 bricks
For State Prop and Beans, to the L.O.X. first burst on the scene
For Queens, Pac and Idi Amin
for the Mobb and the purple tape, word to Inspecta Deck
This ain't for the labels nah, Wu protect ya' neck
This ain't a diss, I don't want it to get wrong
And this for Big L, the block Joe found Pun on
This is for Stack, I ain't talking a g
Nigga I'm talking a G!!...my talking on me
is for every living rapper ever walked in these streets
And any outsider that to think that a portion is sweet
Niggas been killed for and got a coffin for free
If you ever been in the hood, I think we all should
for every nigga that took what you said in stride,
I abide, some of us still take pride, check it
Limbs'll get crushed, hip hop's adrenaline
Men'll get touched, so if you hush
Project benches I trust, came syringes and dust
So who you named shouldn't be with us
But wait, at least half of em', half rapped around
Doing things to ??? every rapper 'round
See what when niggas try to go toe to toe
This what happen you let a blood bath overflow
Used to do lines, half em didn't go blow for blow
I could overdose and still drag you niggas
This is lightweight, put the up
Cause we bars lot of y'all should shut the fuck up
is lightweight, put the bucks up
If we talking bars lot of y'all should shut the up