Luyện nghe bài hát Sway In The Morning Freestyle

[Verse: (Paul Rosenberg/Sway)]
take them back to the future (bars)
Bars, Paul Rosenberg
The small turd (don't censor me man)
look, I had class, I just got expelled
I excelled in nothing in
So if tryna test my patience it just failed
But King Mathers, I still get
So call me sire, like I
After I had a deep ass breath
I get swell, that'll my size XXL
So your highness's hinded 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
I'm coming out guns blazing
Like pythons, my suggestion is parental discretion
Be advised, due to this aggression
We you to back up, like Byron Leftwich
I'm infectious, I like I got a sinus infection
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 regular Hyde and
White freckles but I silence hecklers
You might wanna head for the fire
I'm through like a wrecking ball
You would I think highly of Miley
And I her, the way I backhand her
my French, Montana, but I am worried about nutting
God damn it, I'm a sexist, I drive a
Textses out of her mind, and I'm in
With a chainsaw, wait, did I forget this
Time, oh, my machetes getting upset, he
He was ready for me to get him from inside the shed
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 behead this bitch then I'd be headless noise*
Mic check, one, two
I barely check the mic just yet
And I just sweared like as many times
In less than seconds
Andrew fucking Dice ever did in his fucking life
But I guess I'm expected to these kinds of violent records
why I keep rhyming reckless
Fuck it, I swear, like a necklace
Since freestyling phone 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 about sales, and fuck pop, I don't like refreshments
Crawford tryna fend me off with a bendy straw
At the waffle house, mouth
But if you like what 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 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 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 fucking blow me 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 plan to find out how handy I am with a iron
Fuck clear so you all can hear
I'd rather rap like a auctioneer
Fuck around and from here to the Southpaw premier
Get on Paul's back, rapping Revere
So me queer, cause I'm always 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 speaks for itself like Weiner
Hands in between my pants in a theater, my meat
A fan of Trina, Angelina, and Christina and Serena and
Scarlett Johansson, Amber Thiessen
Give me a damn good and not wanna slip an Ambien in the Cappuccino
And try to have a with Janet Reno
I'm fucked than Donald Trump
On Lexapro in Mexico across from a 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 Milano
We do
Bringing the to emcees like the aura of the Run DMC fedora
Addidas and Diadoras but I need at least three to of those Rita Oras
In a four seater Taurus but tell them my face is the seat in the house
let them bleed in my mouth while I'm eating them out (that's disgusting, ow Jesus)
Heat seeking missile, duck, demented, sick, hate and see who a fuck
I invented prick, and that's a true statement, I see in you Caitlyn
the pistol tucked 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 skanks handing me ballpark franks in the mail as
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, it's obvious I'm as as Bill Cosby is
Treat women like property, possessive like a noun an apostrophe
S's, I'd probably broccoli, yes it's
Socrates with a block of cheese and a dollar stuck in this 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