Luyện nghe bài hát Sway In The Morning Freestyle

[Verse: (Paul Rosenberg/Sway)]
Let's take them to the future (bars)
Bars, like Rosenberg
The frozen turd (don't censor me man)
Alright look, I had class, I got expelled
I excelled in in school
So if tryna test my patience it just failed
But King Mathers, I get hailed
So call me sire, I exhaled
After I had a deep ass held
I get swell, that'll make my XXL
So kiss your highness's ass
While I'm trying to stretch, time to exercise
I'm flexing,
Twice the reps I get extra-sized
And set my and pecs and triceps on fire
Cause I'm coming out blazing
Like flaming pythons, my suggestion is discretion
Be advised, due to mental aggression
We advise you to up, like Byron Leftwich
I'm infectious, I rhyme like I got a infection
A virus, I'm congested and I ingested
Five Allegras but the side from these anti-depressants, tryna mess with my mind
I'm a regular and Jekyll
White with but I silence hecklers
You might wanna head for the fire
I'm coming through like a ball
You would I think highly of Miley
And I respect her, the way I her
Excuse my French, Montana, but I am about 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 ready for me to come get him from inside the
It was time, he's
He wants to make shed like a storage unit
But before I do it, let me this through
Cause if I this bitch then I'd be headless *slurping noise*
Mic check, one, two
I ain't barely the mic just yet
And I sweared like twice as many times
In than ninety seconds
Than Andrew Dice ever did in his fucking life
But I guess I'm expected to make these of violent records
why I keep rhyming reckless
Fuck it, I swear, like a necklace
Since freestyling over phone tap, my line's
With rhymes that kept in touch with the fans, that's why the more bars, the my reception
And I give a fuck about sales, and fuck pop, I don't even like
Cindy Crawford tryna me off with a bendy straw
At the waffle house, awful
But if you don't like what I'm talking then block me out
Just then Foxy Brown, walks up and knocks me
Kicks me and me, ow
Apparently still mad what i said last year
On that Vegas track, I just look stupid and there
And try to act like I can't
What? Sorry dear, but I think Pam Grier stuck a tampon in my damn ear
That's when my man Denaun Porter ran me to pantomime
That if you wanna kick his ass, in line
Hands is down my pants as I taking advantage
Of Brandy and by grabbing my Spanish Fly
Like a blind guy with his zipper stuck
Give a fuck, it's all part of my design
To get Amanda Bynes to and fucking blow me like a dandelion
watch your step, you 'bout to cross an outlandish mine
I'm what you get if Hernandez rhymed
So stand aside unless you plan to find out how handy I am with a branding
Fuck talking so you all can hear
I'd rather rap like a auctioneer
Fuck around and walk 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 out of text
But Hillary, I promise to wipe my clean if you face subpoenas
Got a name that speaks for itself like Anthony
Hands in my pants in a theater, jacking my meat
A fan of Trina, Angelina, and Christina and Serena and
Johansson, Tiffani Amber Thiessen
Give me a good reason and not wanna slip an Ambien in the Cappuccino
And try to have a 3-sum with Janet
I'm fucked worse Donald Trump
On Lexapro in Mexico across from a Texaco in drunk
Broke and out of gas, busted pump
Getting fondled up by Ronald, him on his rump
Oh yeah, and me and Alyssa Milano
We do
Bringing the horror to emcees like the of the Run DMC fedora
Addidas and Diadoras but I need at three to four of those Rita Oras
In a four seater but tell 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 invented prick, and that's a true statement, I see in you Caitlyn
Keep the pistol like Bruce Jenner's dick
No though, not at all, no pun intended, that took a lot of balls (ay God damn)
Oh and Azealia Banks just 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 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 knees, copping a plea bargain
keep sobbing, like, "please stop it"
Aftermath, bitch, still
Looking for us? We over
Like we're