Luyện nghe bài hát Sway In The Morning Freestyle

[Verse: (Paul Rosenberg/Sway)]
Let's them back to the future (bars)
Bars, like Rosenberg
The small frozen (don't censor me man)
Alright look, I had class, I just got
I excelled in nothing in
So if you're tryna test my patience it just
But King Mathers, I get hailed
So call me sire, like I
After I had a deep ass breath
I get swell, that'll my size XXL
So kiss your highness's ass
While I'm to stretch, it's time to exercise
I'm flexing,
Twice the 'til I get extra-sized
And set my bi's and pecs and 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 back up, Byron Leftwich
I'm infectious, I like 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 and Jekyll
White with freckles but I silence
You might head for the fire exits
I'm through like a wrecking ball
You would swear I think highly of
And I her, the way I backhand her
Excuse my French, Montana, but I am worried about
God damn it, I'm a sexist, I drive a
Textses out of her mind, and I'm in
a chainsaw, wait, what did I forget this
Time, oh, my getting upset, he said
He was ready for me to get him from inside the shed
It was time, restless
He wants to make blood shed like a unit
But I do it, let me think this through
Cause if I behead this bitch then I'd be *slurping noise*
Mic check, one, two
I ain't check the mic just yet
And I sweared like twice as many times
In less than seconds
Than Andrew fucking Dice ever did in his fucking
But I guess I'm expected to make these of violent records
It's why I keep reckless
Fuck it, I swear, like a diamond
Since freestyling over phone tap, my line's
rhymes that 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 don't like refreshments
Crawford tryna fend me off with a bendy straw
At the house, awful mouth
But if you don't like I'm talking about then block me out
Just then Brown, walks up and knocks me down
Kicks me and me, ow
still mad over what i said last year
On that Vegas track, I just look and stand there
And try to act I can't hear
What? dear, but I think Pam Grier just stuck a tampon in my damn ear
when my man Denaun Porter ran behind me to pantomime
That if you kick his ass, stand in line
Hands is down my pants as I fantasize advantage
Of Brandy and by grabbing my Spanish Fly
a blind Hispanic guy with his zipper stuck
Give a fuck, it's all part of my grand
To get Amanda to come and fucking blow me like a dandelion
Better watch your step, you to cross an outlandish mine
I'm what you get if Aaron rhymed
So aside unless you plan to find out how handy I am with a branding iron
Fuck talking so you all can hear
I'd rather rap a fucking auctioneer
Fuck around and from here to the Southpaw premier
Get on Paul's back, rapping Revere
So call me queer, cause I'm always
So a Genius, hope this 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 my pants in a theater, jacking my meat
A fan of Trina, Angelina, and and Serena and Selena
Scarlett Johansson, Amber Thiessen
Give me a damn good 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 from a Texaco in McDonald's drunk
Broke and out of gas, busted pump
fondled up by Ronald, feeling 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 four of Rita Oras
In a four seater Taurus but tell them my face is the best seat in the
I'll let them bleed in my 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 bitch in you
Keep the pistol tucked like Bruce Jenner's
No disrespect though, not at all, no pun intended, that took a lot of (ay God damn)
Oh and Azealia Banks just wanna you thanks
Now I got skanks handing me ballpark franks in the mail as pranks
And hot pockets, thanks a lot, awful, I 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 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 soda pop machine
Got emcees dropping knees, copping a plea bargain
They sobbing, like, "please stop it"
Aftermath, bitch, Detoxing
Looking for us? We here
Like eavesdropping