Luyện nghe bài hát Sway In The Morning Freestyle

[Verse: (Paul Rosenberg/Sway)]
Let's take them to the future (bars)
Bars, Paul Rosenberg
The small frozen turd (don't me man)
Alright look, I had class, I just got
I excelled in nothing in
So if you're tryna test my patience it failed
But King Mathers, I get hailed
So call me sire, like I
After I had a ass breath held
I get swell, that'll make my XXL
So kiss your hinded ass
While I'm trying to stretch, it's time to
I'm flexing,
Twice the reps 'til I get
And set my bi's and pecs and on fire
I'm coming out guns blazing
Like flaming pythons, my suggestion is discretion
Be advised, due to mental aggression
We advise you to back up, Byron Leftwich
I'm infectious, I rhyme I got a sinus infection
A virus, I'm congested and I ingested
Allegras but the side effects from these anti-depressants, tryna mess with my mind
I'm a regular Hyde and
White with freckles but I silence
You might head for the fire exits
I'm coming through like a wrecking
You would swear I think 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 a Lexus
out of her mind, and I'm in Texas
With a chainsaw, wait, did I forget this
Time, oh, my machetes upset, he said
He was ready for me to get him from inside the shed
It was time, he's
He wants to make blood shed like a 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 barely check the mic just yet
And I just like twice as many times
In than ninety seconds
Than Andrew fucking Dice ever did in his life
But I guess I'm to make these kinds of violent records
It's why I keep reckless
Fuck it, I swear, like a necklace
Since freestyling over phone tap, my connected
With that kept in touch with the fans, that's why the more bars, the better my reception
And I give a about sales, and fuck pop, I don't even like refreshments
Cindy Crawford tryna 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
Just then Foxy Brown, walks up and knocks me
Kicks me and me, ow
still mad over what i said last year
On Vegas track, I just look stupid and stand there
And try to act like I can't
What? Sorry dear, but I Pam Grier just stuck a tampon in my damn ear
That's when my man Porter ran behind me to pantomime
That if you wanna his ass, stand in line
Hands is down my pants as I taking advantage
Of Brandy and Janet by my Spanish Fly
Like a blind guy with his zipper stuck
Give a fuck, it's all of my grand design
To get Amanda Bynes to and fucking blow me like a dandelion
Better watch your step, you 'bout to cross an mine
I'm what you get if Aaron rhymed
So stand aside unless you to find out how handy I am with a branding iron
Fuck talking so you all can hear
I'd rap like a fucking auctioneer
around and walk from here to the Southpaw premier
Get on back, rapping Paul Revere
So call me queer, cause I'm weird
So praise a Genius, hope this don't get taken out of
But Hillary, I promise to wipe my server clean if you subpoenas
Got a name that speaks for itself like Weiner
Hands in between my in a theater, jacking my meat
A fan of Trina, Angelina, and Christina and Serena and
Scarlett Johansson, Tiffani Amber
Give me a damn good and not wanna slip an Ambien in the Cappuccino
And try to have a 3-sum with Janet
I'm fucked worse than Donald
On Lexapro in Mexico across a Texaco in McDonald's drunk
Broke and out of gas, busted water
Getting up by Ronald, feeling him on his rump
Oh yeah, and me and Alyssa Milano
We do
Bringing the horror to emcees the aura of the Run DMC fedora
and Diadoras but I need at least three to four of those Rita Oras
In a four seater Taurus but tell them my face is the best seat in the
I'll let bleed in my mouth while I'm eating them out (that's disgusting, ow Jesus)
seeking missile, duck, demented, sick, hate and see who gives a fuck
I invented prick, and that's a statement, I see bitch in you Caitlyn
Keep the pistol like Bruce Jenner's dick
No disrespect though, not at all, no pun intended, that a lot of balls (ay God damn)
Oh and Azealia Banks just wanna you thanks
Now I got trailer handing me ballpark franks in the mail as pranks
And hot pockets, a lot, awful, I made monopoly off misogyny
Sodomy, how many chocolatey jell-o pops can he lace, walking atrocity
No wonder you scoff at me, it's obvious I'm as off-putting as Bill is
Treat women like property, possessive a noun with an apostrophe
S's, I'd probably broccoli, yes it's
Socrates a block of cheese and a dollar stuck in this soda pop machine
Got dropping their knees, copping a plea bargain
keep sobbing, like, "please stop it"
Aftermath, bitch, still
Looking for us? We over
we're eavesdropping