Luyện nghe bài hát The Renaissance

[A La
Straight from the fucking raps

1: A La $ole]
From the era of the baps
splat man, I'm sick with the raps
Move and naps when I rip the rhythm fast
Killing the mass, Crooklyn, the clan
Your green shorter grass, my nigga, just relax
we make emcees run, I don't play guns
But I spit bullets like I ate some
Who gone shake 'em, none of y'all can 'em
been defeated, better time to break a leg, son
You know the stay pipe broads and write bars
I make rappers fall easy on the mic
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 better
When I set it in, I shift then a weatherin'
Fuck your settings man, we out for dead presidents
Rush loot to my wallet, then light the clematis
The specialist, you thirsty need a beverage
I'll your chick back and clap, then I'm off of that
You niggas to stop that awful rap
I'm all for rap, but its sad emcees have to offer rap
Get off and spazz, attack whoever trash
I'll straight thrash any nigga who try to
You peep the mask, we out for all the stacks
Better back
Give me that, give me that, this, fuck that

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

2: Joey Bada$$]
I take walks in the of my mind
Came across all sorts of faults in
Some niggas is and bloodsuckers
'Stake em for brothers
Til they do the forbidden to get in he fit in
I peep shit mad hidden
Had the writtens, cool, calm, collect like I had the
Only thing popped is, mami who topless
Five shoplift, hotlist when I drop this
the Metropolis
Only place you be is where yo metro
Nigga, stop it, I'm in the cockpit, the pilot
Money I pile it, stylin'
God emcees Rikers Islands
Hold your eyelids, open, cause how I live
ain't got time 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 damn hands up
Split wigs sick cancers, attack then switch stanzas
Fuck a chick's standards, no chick my grammar
Got the bars on lock, but can't get
Get your Jordans scuffed, trying to it with me and my niggas
Lifted off the eighth leg, is mad wicked
They on they pivot when we started
We in it to win it, only L's we see be of spinach
It take money to money, streets ain't safe, honey
the block be hot but it ain't sunny, don't strafe
Funny, look both ways 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, life, fast learning 'till you're
indentured servants