Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Control (Freestyle)

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