Luyện nghe bài hát Sway In The Morning Freestyle

[Verse: (Paul Rosenberg/Sway)]
Let's take them back to the (bars)
Bars, like Rosenberg
The small turd (don't censor me man)
Alright look, I had class, I got expelled
I excelled in nothing in
So if you're test my patience it just failed
But Mathers, I still get hailed
So call me sire, I exhaled
After I had a ass breath held
I get swell, make my size XXL
So kiss your highness's ass
While I'm to stretch, it's time to exercise
I'm flexing,
the reps 'til I get extra-sized
And set my and pecs and triceps on fire
Cause I'm coming out guns
Like flaming pythons, my suggestion is discretion
Be advised, due to this mental
We advise you to back up, Byron Leftwich
I'm infectious, I rhyme like I got a infection
A virus, I'm and I just ingested
Five Allegras but the side effects from these anti-depressants, tryna mess my mind
I'm a regular Hyde and
with freckles but I silence hecklers
You wanna head for the fire exits
I'm coming through a wrecking ball
You would swear I highly of Miley
And I her, the way I backhand her
Excuse my French, Montana, but I am worried nutting
God damn it, I'm a sexist, I drive a
out of her mind, and I'm in Texas
With a chainsaw, wait, what did I this
Time, oh, my getting upset, he said
He was for me to come get him from inside the shed
It was time, restless
He wants to blood shed like a storage unit
But before I do it, let me think through
if I behead this bitch then I'd be headless *slurping noise*
Mic check, one, two
I ain't barely check the mic yet
And I just sweared like twice as many
In less ninety seconds
Than fucking Dice ever did in his fucking life
But I guess I'm to make these kinds of violent records
why I keep rhyming reckless
Fuck it, I swear, a diamond necklace
Since freestyling over tap, my line's connected
With rhymes that kept in with the fans, that's why the more bars, the better my reception
And I give a fuck about sales, and fuck pop, I don't like refreshments
Cindy tryna fend me off with a bendy straw
At the waffle house, awful
But if you don't like I'm talking about then block me out
then Foxy Brown, walks up and knocks me down
Kicks me and me, ow
Apparently still mad over what i said year
On that Vegas track, I just look and stand there
And try to act like I hear
Sorry dear, but I think Pam Grier just stuck a tampon in my damn ear
That's when my man Denaun ran behind me to pantomime
That if you kick his ass, stand in line
Hands is my pants as I fantasize taking advantage
Of Brandy and Janet by grabbing my Fly
Like a blind guy with his zipper stuck
Give a fuck, it's all of my grand design
To get Amanda Bynes to come and blow me like a dandelion
Better watch your step, you to cross an outlandish mine
I'm what you get if Aaron rhymed
So stand aside unless you plan to find out how handy I am with a branding
Fuck talking clear so you all can
I'd rather rap like a fucking
around and walk from here to the Southpaw premier
Get on Paul's back, rapping Revere
So call me queer, cause I'm weird
So praise a Genius, hope don't get taken out of text
But Hillary, I to wipe my server clean if you face subpoenas
Got a name that for itself like Anthony Weiner
Hands in between my pants in a theater, jacking my
A fan of Trina, Angelina, and Christina and and Selena
Johansson, Tiffani Amber Thiessen
Give me a damn reason and not wanna slip an Ambien in the Cappuccino
And try to have a with Janet Reno
I'm fucked worse than Trump
On Lexapro in across from a Texaco in McDonald's drunk
Broke and out of gas, water pump
Getting up by Ronald, feeling him on his rump
Oh yeah, and me and Alyssa hump
We do
Bringing the horror to like the aura of the Run DMC fedora
Addidas and Diadoras but I need at least to four of those Rita Oras
In a four seater Taurus but them my face is the best seat in the house
I'll let them bleed in my mouth I'm eating them out (that's disgusting, ow Jesus)
Heat seeking missile, duck, demented, sick, and see who gives a fuck
I invented prick, and a true statement, I see bitch in you Caitlyn
Keep the pistol tucked Bruce Jenner's dick
No disrespect though, not at all, no pun intended, that took a lot of (ay God damn)
Oh and Azealia Banks wanna tell you thanks
Now I got trailer skanks handing me franks in the mail as pranks
And hot pockets, thanks a lot, awful, I made off misogyny
Sodomy, how many chocolatey jell-o can he possibly lace, walking atrocity
No wonder you scoff at me, it's obvious I'm as as Bill Cosby is
women like property, possessive like a noun with an apostrophe
S's, I'd probably broccoli, yes it's
Socrates with a block of cheese and a stuck in this soda pop machine
Got emcees dropping knees, copping a plea bargain
keep sobbing, like, "please stop it"
Aftermath, bitch, Detoxing
Looking for us? We over
Like eavesdropping