Luyện nghe bài hát The Renaissance

[A La
Straight from the fucking dungeon

[Verse 1: A La
the era of the boom baps
Spiggity splat man, I'm sick with the
Move caps and naps when I rip the fast
Killing the mass, Crooklyn, represent the
green shorter than grass, my nigga, just relax
Before we make emcees run, I don't play
But I straight bullets like I ate some
Who gone shake 'em, of y'all can pace 'em
Never defeated, better time to break a leg, son
You know the stay pipe broads and write bars
I make rappers easy on the mic brawl
I know life hard, better if your mind is right
Despite the trife, no brother can inside my sight
I leave them lights out, no Edison, I'm than
I set it in, I shift then cause a weatherin'
Fuck your settings man, we just out for dead
Rush loot to my wallet, then light the clematis
The specialist, you niggas need a beverage
I'll bend your back and clap, then I'm off of that
You niggas need to stop awful rap
I'm all for rap, but its sad what emcees have to rap
Get off and spazz, attack whoever talking
I'll thrash any nigga who try to pass
You peep the mask, we out for all the stacks
Better back
Give me that, give me that, this, fuck that

x2: Joey Bada$$]
Sometimes niggas will ride with ya, the
Other side come alive in em
And it's hard to decide when you survive
In a, world of fake lies, guys, and snakes in the sky

2: Joey Bada$$]
I take in the back of my mind
Came all sorts of faults in mankinds
Some niggas is vampires and
em for blood brothers
Til they do the forbidden to get in he fit in
I peep that's mad hidden
Had the writtens, cool, calm, like I had the Ritalin
Only thing popped is, mami who topless
Five finger shoplift, when I drop this
Over the
Only place you be is where yo fees
Nigga, stop it, I'm in the cockpit, with the
I pile it, stylin' Impalas
God spitting Rikers Islands
Hold your eyelids, wide open, cause how I
Niggas ain't got for breaks, big mistake
While you sleep, we'll take your plate, it scraped
Beast coast, you know! But you can't
It's the anthem, get your damn up
Split wigs sick cancers, attack then switch stanzas
Fuck a standards, no chick before my grammar
Got the on lock, but can't get handcuffed
Get your Jordans scuffed, trying to kick it me and my niggas
Lifted off the eighth leg, shit is mad
They on they pivot we started spinning
We in it to win it, only L's we see be full of
It money to make money, streets ain't safe, honey
Yeah the be hot but it ain't sunny, don't strafe
Funny, both ways when you cross here
Last found dead caught in the crosshairs
a regular report here
Patrol all year, but only support theirs
Watch which lane you swerving, fast life, fast learning 'till
Turning indentured