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 in school
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 deep ass held
I get swell, that'll my size XXL
So kiss your hinded ass
I'm trying to stretch, it's time to exercise
I'm flexing,
Twice the 'til I get extra-sized
And set my bi's and and triceps on fire
Cause I'm coming out blazing
Like flaming pythons, my is parental discretion
Be advised, due to this aggression
We advise you to back up, like Byron
I'm infectious, I like I got a sinus infection
A virus, I'm congested and I just
Five Allegras but the side effects these anti-depressants, tryna mess with my mind
I'm a regular Hyde and
White with but I silence hecklers
You might wanna head for the fire
I'm coming through like a wrecking
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 a Lexus
out of her mind, and I'm in Texas
With a chainsaw, wait, did I forget this
Time, oh, my getting upset, he said
He was ready for me to come get him from inside the
It was time, he's
He wants to blood shed like a storage unit
But I do it, let me think this through
Cause if I behead bitch then I'd be headless *slurping noise*
Mic check, one, two
I barely check the mic just yet
And I sweared like twice as many times
In less ninety seconds
Than Andrew fucking Dice ever did in his fucking
But I guess I'm expected to make these kinds of violent
why I keep rhyming reckless
Fuck it, I swear, like a diamond
Since freestyling over tap, my line's connected
With rhymes that in touch with the fans, that's why the more bars, the better my reception
And I give a fuck sales, and fuck pop, I don't even like refreshments
Cindy Crawford tryna fend me off with a straw
At the waffle house, awful
But if you don't like what I'm talking then block me out
Just Foxy Brown, walks up and knocks me down
Kicks me and me, ow
Apparently still mad what i said last year
On that Vegas track, I just look and stand there
And try to act I can't hear
What? Sorry dear, but I think Pam Grier just a tampon in my damn ear
That's when my man Porter ran behind me to pantomime
That if you kick 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 come and fucking me like a dandelion
Better watch your step, you 'bout to an outlandish mine
I'm what you get if Aaron Hernandez
So stand unless you plan to find out how handy I am with a branding iron
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 Paul
So me queer, cause I'm always weird
So praise a Genius, hope this don't get taken out of
But Hillary, I promise to wipe my server if you face subpoenas
Got a name that speaks for itself 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 good reason and not wanna slip an Ambien in the Cappuccino
And try to a 3-sum with Janet Reno
I'm fucked than Donald Trump
On Lexapro in Mexico across from a Texaco in drunk
Broke and out of gas, water pump
fondled up by Ronald, feeling him on his rump
Oh yeah, and me and Milano hump
We do
Bringing the horror to emcees like the aura of the Run DMC
Addidas and Diadoras but I need at least three to four of 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 while I'm eating out (that's disgusting, ow Jesus)
Heat seeking missile, duck, demented, sick, hate and see who gives a
I prick, and that's a true statement, I see bitch in you Caitlyn
Keep the pistol tucked like Bruce dick
No disrespect though, not at all, no pun intended, took a lot of balls (ay God damn)
Oh and Azealia just wanna tell you thanks
Now I got trailer skanks handing me ballpark franks in the as pranks
And hot pockets, thanks a lot, awful, I made monopoly off
Sodomy, how chocolatey jell-o pops 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 stalk broccoli, yes it's
Socrates with a of cheese and a dollar stuck in this soda pop machine
Got emcees dropping their knees, copping a plea
They keep sobbing, like, "please it"
Aftermath, bitch, still
Looking for us? We over
Like eavesdropping