Luyện nghe bài hát Sway In The Morning Freestyle

[Verse: (Paul Rosenberg/Sway)]
Let's them back to the future (bars)
Bars, like Paul
The frozen turd (don't censor me man)
look, I had class, I just got expelled
I in nothing in school
So if you're tryna test my it just failed
But King Mathers, I get hailed
So call me sire, I exhaled
I had a deep ass breath held
I get swell, that'll my size XXL
So kiss your hinded ass
While I'm trying to stretch, time to exercise
I'm flexing,
Twice the reps I get extra-sized
And set my bi's and and triceps on fire
Cause I'm coming out guns
Like pythons, my suggestion is parental discretion
Be advised, due to this mental
We advise you to back up, Byron Leftwich
I'm infectious, I rhyme like I got a sinus
A virus, I'm congested and I ingested
Five Allegras but the side effects from these anti-depressants, tryna with my mind
I'm a Hyde and Jekyll
White freckles but I silence hecklers
You might wanna head for the fire
I'm coming like 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 a Lexus
Textses out of her mind, and I'm in
With a chainsaw, wait, what did I forget
Time, oh, my machetes getting upset, he
He was ready for me to come get him inside the shed
It was time, restless
He to make blood shed like a storage unit
But before I do it, let me think this
Cause if I behead this then I'd be headless *slurping noise*
Mic check, one, two
I barely check the mic just yet
And I just sweared like twice as many
In less than ninety
Andrew fucking Dice ever did in his fucking life
But I I'm expected 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 kept in touch with the fans, that's why the more bars, the better my reception
And I give a fuck about sales, and fuck pop, I even like refreshments
Cindy Crawford tryna fend me off a bendy straw
At the waffle house, mouth
But if you like what I'm talking about then block me out
Just then Foxy Brown, walks up and me down
Kicks me and me, ow
Apparently still mad over what i said year
On that track, I just look stupid and stand there
And try to act like I hear
What? Sorry dear, but I think Pam Grier stuck a tampon in my damn ear
That's my man Denaun Porter ran behind me to pantomime
That if you kick his ass, stand in line
is down my pants as I fantasize taking advantage
Of Brandy and Janet by my Spanish Fly
Like a blind guy with his zipper stuck
Give a fuck, it's all part of my design
To get Bynes to come and fucking blow me like a dandelion
watch your step, you 'bout to cross an outlandish mine
I'm you get if Aaron Hernandez rhymed
So aside unless you plan to find out how handy I am with a branding iron
Fuck clear so you all can hear
I'd rather rap a fucking auctioneer
Fuck around and walk here to the Southpaw premier
Get on Paul's back, rapping Revere
So me queer, cause I'm always weird
So a Genius, hope this don't get taken out of text
But Hillary, I promise to wipe my server clean if you face
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
Scarlett Johansson, Tiffani Thiessen
Give me a damn good reason and not slip an Ambien in the Cappuccino
And try to a 3-sum with Janet Reno
I'm fucked worse than Trump
On Lexapro in Mexico from a Texaco in McDonald's drunk
Broke and out of gas, busted water
Getting fondled up by Ronald, 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 three to four of Rita Oras
In a four Taurus but tell them my face is the best seat in the house
I'll let them bleed in my 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 true statement, I see bitch in you
Keep the pistol like 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 just tell you thanks
Now I got trailer skanks handing me ballpark franks in the as pranks
And hot pockets, thanks a lot, awful, I monopoly off misogyny
Sodomy, how many chocolatey jell-o pops can he possibly lace, walking
No wonder you scoff at me, obvious I'm as off-putting as Bill Cosby is
Treat women like property, possessive like a noun with an
S's, I'd probably stalk broccoli, yes
Socrates with a block of cheese and a dollar stuck in this soda pop
Got dropping their knees, copping a plea bargain
keep sobbing, like, "please stop it"
Aftermath, bitch, still
Looking for us? We over
Like we're