Luyện nghe bài hát The Renaissance

[A La
Straight the fucking dungeon raps

1: A La $ole]
From the era of the boom
splat man, I'm sick with the raps
Move caps and naps I rip the rhythm fast
Killing the mass, Crooklyn, the clan
Your green shorter than grass, my nigga, relax
Before we make emcees run, I play guns
But I spit bullets like I ate some
Who gone shake 'em, none of y'all can 'em
Never defeated, better time to break a leg, son
You know the Gawd stay broads and write bars
I make rappers fall easy on the mic
I know hard, better check if your mind is right
Despite the trife, no brother can step my sight
I leave lights out, no Edison, I'm better than
When I set it in, I then cause a weatherin'
Fuck your man, we just out for dead presidents
Rush loot to my wallet, then light the clematis
The specialist, you thirsty need a beverage
I'll bend your chick back and clap, I'm off of that
You niggas need to stop that rap
I'm all for rap, but its sad what emcees to offer rap
Get off and spazz, whoever talking trash
I'll straight any nigga who try to pass
You peep the mask, we out for all the stacks
Better back
Give me that, give me that, take this, fuck

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

2: Joey Bada$$]
I take in the back of my mind
Came across all sorts of faults in
niggas is vampires and bloodsuckers
'Stake em for brothers
Til they do the forbidden to get in he fit in
I peep shit that's mad
Had the writtens, cool, calm, like I had the Ritalin
Only thing getting popped is, who topless
Five finger shoplift, when I drop this
the Metropolis
Only place you be is yo metro fees
Nigga, it, I'm in the cockpit, with the pilot
Money I pile it, Impalas
God spitting Rikers Islands
Hold your eyelids, open, cause how I live
Niggas got time for breaks, big mistake
While you sleep, take your plate, leave it scraped
coast, you know! But you can't relate
It's the anthem, get your hands up
Split like sick cancers, attack then switch stanzas
a chick's standards, no chick before my grammar
Got the bars on lock, but can't get
Get your Jordans scuffed, trying to kick it me and my niggas
off the eighth leg, shit is mad wicked
They on they when we started spinning
We in it to win it, only L's we see be full of
It take money to make money, streets ain't safe,
Yeah the block be hot but it ain't sunny, don't
Funny, look ways when you cross here
Last dread dead caught in the crosshairs
That's a regular report
Patrol patrolling all year, but only support
Watch which lane you swerving, fast life, fast learning 'till
Turning servants