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 the raps
Move caps and naps when I rip the fast
Killing the mass, Crooklyn, the clan
green shorter than grass, my nigga, just relax
Before we make emcees run, I don't guns
But I spit straight bullets I ate some
Who gone 'em, none of y'all can pace 'em
Never defeated, better time to break a leg, son
You know the Gawd stay pipe broads and write
I make rappers easy on the mic brawl
I know life hard, check if your mind is right
the trife, no brother can step inside my sight
I leave lights out, no Edison, I'm better than
When I set it in, I shift then cause a
Fuck your man, we just out for dead presidents
Rush more to my wallet, then light the clematis
The specialist, you thirsty niggas need a
I'll bend chick back and clap, then I'm off of that
You need to stop that awful rap
I'm all for rap, but its sad what have to offer rap
Get off and spazz, attack whoever trash
I'll straight any nigga who try to pass
You the mask, we coming out for all the stacks
Better back
Give me that, give me that, take this, fuck

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

[Verse 2: Bada$$]
I take walks in the of my mind
Came all sorts of faults in mankinds
Some is vampires and bloodsuckers
'Stake em for blood
Til they do the forbidden to get in he fit in
I peep shit mad hidden
Had the writtens, cool, calm, like I had the Ritalin
Only thing getting is, mami who topless
Five finger shoplift, hotlist when I drop
Over the
Only you be is where yo metro fees
Nigga, stop it, I'm in the cockpit, with the
I pile it, stylin' Impalas
God emcees Rikers Islands
Hold your eyelids, wide open, how I live
Niggas ain't got time for breaks, big
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 like sick cancers, attack then stanzas
Fuck a chick's standards, no chick before my
Got the bars on lock, but can't get
Get your scuffed, trying to kick it with me and my niggas
Lifted off the eighth leg, is mad wicked
They on they when we started spinning
We in it to win it, L's we see be full of spinach
It take money to money, streets ain't safe, honey
Yeah the be hot but it ain't sunny, don't strafe
Funny, look both ways you cross here
Last dread found dead caught in the
That's a report here
Patrol patrolling all year, but only support
which lane you swerving, fast life, fast learning 'till you're
Turning indentured