Luyện nghe bài hát The Renaissance

[A La
Straight from the fucking dungeon

1: A La $ole]
From the era of the baps
Spiggity splat man, I'm sick the raps
Move caps and naps I rip the rhythm fast
Killing the mass, Crooklyn, represent the
Your green shorter grass, my nigga, just relax
Before we make emcees run, I don't play
But I spit straight like I ate some
Who gone 'em, none of y'all can pace 'em
Never defeated, better time to break a leg, son
You the Gawd stay pipe broads and write bars
I rappers fall easy on the mic brawl
I know life hard, better if your mind is right
the trife, no brother can step inside my sight
I leave them lights out, no Edison, I'm better
When I set it in, I shift then cause a
Fuck settings man, we just out for dead presidents
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 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 talking
I'll straight any nigga who try to pass
You peep the mask, we coming out for all the
Better back
me that, give me that, take this, fuck that

[Hook x2: Joey
Sometimes will ride with ya, sometimes the
side just come alive in em
And it's hard to when you trynna survive
In a, world of fake lies, fake guys, and in the sky

2: Joey Bada$$]
I take walks in the back of my
Came across all sorts of in mankinds
Some is vampires and bloodsuckers
'Stake em for brothers
Til they do the to get in where he fit in
I peep shit that's mad
Had the writtens, cool, calm, like I had the Ritalin
Only getting popped is, mami who topless
Five finger shoplift, hotlist when I drop
Over the
Only place you be is where yo fees
Nigga, stop it, I'm in the cockpit, the pilot
Money I it, stylin' Impalas
God emcees Rikers Islands
Hold your eyelids, open, cause how I live
Niggas ain't got for breaks, big mistake
While you sleep, take your plate, leave it scraped
Beast coast, you know! But you can't
It's the anthem, get damn hands up
Split wigs like sick cancers, attack switch stanzas
Fuck a chick's standards, no chick before my
Got the on lock, but can't get handcuffed
Get your Jordans scuffed, to kick it with me and my niggas
Lifted off the leg, shit is mad wicked
They on they pivot when we started
We in it to win it, L's we see be full of spinach
It take money to make money, streets ain't safe,
Yeah the block be hot but it ain't sunny, strafe
Funny, look both ways when you here
Last dread dead caught in the crosshairs
That's a regular here
patrolling all year, but only support theirs
Watch lane you swerving, fast life, fast learning 'till you're
Turning servants