Luyện nghe bài hát Westwood Freestyle 2010

[Verse 1: Mr.
Welcome to the ill of Mr. P-O
Ay, the talk, B; I'm tryna see dough
If it ain't about bread, we gon' speak fo
If it ain't no lead, then it no beef, bro
You better get a cause your freak ho
Specialize in wood like she Depot
I'm like Chico DeBarge, we
Roscoe P. in these bars, man
Amtrak, I'll break her back, man
It's Ralph Lauren, this ain't no damn
It's all Polo; I'm so pro
You El Pollo Loco
Talking bout cheese and this ain't no
bout rings like the ho know Frodo
You get out of my house and shit
I think I up in my mouth a bit, I'm sick

[Verse 2: da 5'9"]
Niggas be lying, talking that, bust a heater
I see him, maybe more like Justin Bieber
Leaving my underground like Skyzoo's, how I do
I have her laying in the street and
Butt naked with a bullet in his muthafucking head like Erykah
I find irony in in a place
Where I'm wearing Gucci, mayne; White boy wasted
I tell a nigga, break or take lead
I'm tryna get rid of this like K-Fed
Me and got a gangsta bond
We like that thang to you that ain't the prom
The MC that rhyme official with ref with a whistle
That ain't Money, I'mma definitely diss you
If you rhyming packing a Mac back of the Ac
Or perhaps you can't match my vernacular
You still rhyming bottles models, college for knowledge
Using the word swagger, probably garbage
You thugs funny, comparing 5'9" to
You comparing to Bugs Bunny

[Verse 3:
I'm a White Michael - Vick, psycho enough to stick
J. Fox in a microwave with a Rott
I might make a little Alizé a side of NyQuil
And ride a motorcycle right through the side of my high school
Satan's disciple with a sniper and a knife and a white diaper
Liable to shit on you while I you
So dope he gets off opiates, what an
Way to start off his day; he may just off to Dre
He may be hard to contain cause his rage is so hard to
See ate his face and met Jason, gnawed off his leg
Amazing hard-on for razors and and anything sharp
Even poisonous darts; it all a major part of his game
Holy water won't him off, crucifixes won't do the trick
He's so sick, ridiculous; sawed the crazy part off his brain
He's still insane, why's there on his carpet, mane
There's some crazy shit going on in Shady's again

[Verse 4: Mr.
Okay, it's back to the blocks, slinging yay the old days
Superman on the beat, I carry my state
You legs to a house: you can't hold weight
Oh shit, it's Jackson! Okay
A little bit of twisted out with Obama in it
Mr. Porter back with like Osama sent him
Bitch, I'm all I drive the girls crazy
They gotta look at Rorschachs to get they thoughts
I ain't a small fry, small ticker, small
I make 'em all cry with big dick and raw
The potblood of science to a raw rap
I'm the best, mane: Eli stance

[Verse 5: da 5'9"]
Y'all bitches call Nickle the Don Bishop
A poet, a mixer of Don Goines and Grisham
Flow'll you rewinding it four or five times
landmine rhyme written with porcupine line
Step up in with the Slaughterhouse
C.O.B. Gang will approach you and bend ya gun barrel to a
Only fuck wit monsters, we the truth, will pop up on ya
Like ya Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice
I even see the booth, I could fit Stevie's shoe
I'm sick, I got the Eagle flu
I'm rich, lil' nigga, we need a cent, we Teflon
The doctor tried to blood, the needle bent, ask mom
Outta my mind if you can
Using johnson without a condom, I'm bonkers
Got the going, dude, it's tremendous
If I come for ya blood, I ain't gon' be using

6: Eminem]
Newsflash, I'm trashed, them pills shoulda killed my ass
But they didn't, they just made me
like they rebuilt my ass, like the Six Million Dollar Man after the crash
It's Aftermath, And my milk glass is still half-empty
Yeah, me! Hell isn't enough
They need to somewhere new to send me
As as I'm getting, they'll stick me in a conventional oven
With a setting and won't even notice me sweating
Shit, I done made a verse, said some foul
Tryna go back fix it, fucked around and just made it
Yeah, I'm back, looking no worse for wear, got haters
Mad enough to rip off their hair and start the air
Panties so in a bunch that they function
It's Shady and Royce, fuck yeah, what a dysfunctional
So stop acting a punk, get a pair
Take a pill and fall the out, spill ya lunch in the chair

[Verse 7: Mr.
I'm sick, somebody better get the Dimetapp
Who I gotta shoot just to that I can rap?
People ask where my is at
I say check the liner notes, I done all kinda crap
I am so much of a star,
That I can fart and on the red carpet
Look, my bank retarded
My debit card's got a and a harness, hey
Meet demands but they all are
At shows, my riders always the
I need four of fried poultry carcass
And red M&Ms; from Charlotte
Look, and if you try to act dumb and shit
I just at em like, I'm the artist
In fact that you the deal
If you play sick, we can all get ill
measles, mumps, I made you bitches
I don't you chumps, y'all got cheese and I need my chunks
Hurry up, so I can go to burn and get some more dunks

[Verse 8: da 5'9"]
Now if attitude determines your latitude
house that we call hip hop, I'm in the attic, fool
A mic and two turntables, fit for the
Converted to a padded room, keep a sweeper in fact
I call the mag a broom, you seeing beef, things
You musta had yourself a bag of shrooms, I a call
Make 'em a fall, my clique is too sick, say goodbye
In the streets where the stakes is like Ruth's Chris
I'm the city of true shit
Where the mayor went to jail for being a player right after split
the head of competitors Royce that
I'm drinking everyday til Hex Murda get his regular back
Ras, I got ya, scared at ya, blast from ya
From a block away; ask Tricky, I'm niggie
I'm mo hooder black dickies
I rap like committing suicide in the booth taking the track me
Patrón's in my chromosomes, in order to it alone
You have to ween me off Lorena Bobbitt chopper'd
a weenie off, put your body between chalk
I'm squeezing the nine like I'm swinging golf
I'm the best rapper alive, put something on it
Your plain as a cheeseburger with nothing on it

9: Eminem]
I'll do a hundred-yard just to slash Kim Kardash in the ass
With a shard of glass from Nick Hogan's car
You may like the passenger for that, don't be a smart ass
Yeah, while sit there thinking that the hard part passed
You ain't seen pain til Leatherface flips,
I'll cut ya fucking balls off homie, my saw's off the
I chopped the bitch in with it, sawed off her legs
And the top half of the torso crawled off and sang
I ain't shit like that since I went to Mike Jack's
And took the Elephant Man's skull, fucked it, and put it back
my dick to Bubbles while he sucked it and licked my nutsack
Gave him a while I fucked him right in his buttcrack
Nah, I taking it back, faggot, fuck that
I a fuck about nothing so here's where you fucked up at
Don't go touching that can, man; you don't wanna up that
a min, ah, shit...Alchemist, cut that