Luyện nghe bài hát Westwood Freestyle 2010

[Verse 1: Mr.
to the ill world of Mr. P-O
Ay, keep the talk, B; I'm see dough
If it ain't about bread, what we speak fo
If it ain't no lead, then it no beef, bro
You get a leash cause your freak ho
in wood like she Home Depot
I'm Chico DeBarge, we stars
Roscoe P. Coltrane in bars, man
Amtrak, break her damn back, man
It's Ralph Lauren, this no damn Chaps
It's all Polo; I'm so pro
You bird-crazy: El Loco
bout cheese and this ain't no photo
Asking rings like the ho know Frodo
You better get out of my and shit
I I threw up in my mouth a bit, I'm sick

[Verse 2: da 5'9"]
Niggas be lying, 'bout that, bust a heater
Once I see him, maybe like Justin Bieber
Leaving my underground like Skyzoo's, how I do
I have her laying in the and bleeding
Butt with a bullet in his muthafucking head like Erykah Badu
I find irony in in a place
Where I'm wearing Gucci, mayne; getting boy wasted
I tell a nigga, break bread or take
I'm get rid of this weight like K-Fed
Me and Denaun got a gangsta
We that once-in-a-lifetime thang to you that ain't the prom
The next MC that rhyme official with ref with a
That ain't Young Money, I'mma definitely you
If you rhyming a Mac with back of the Ac
Or perhaps you match my spectacular vernacular
You still rhyming with models, college for knowledge
Using the swagger, you're probably garbage
You funny, comparing 5'9" to anybody
You comparing to Bugs Bunny

[Verse 3:
I'm like a White - Vick, psycho enough to stick
Michael J. Fox in a microwave a Rott
I might make a little Alizé a side of NyQuil
And ride a motorcycle bike right through the side of my high
Satan's disciple with a rifle and a knife and a white diaper
Liable to shit on you I snipe you
So he gets off opiates, what an appropriate
Way to start off his day; he may just off to Dre
He may be hard to contain cause his rage is so to gauge
See Hannibal ate his and met Jason, gnawed off his leg
hard-on for razors and blades and anything sharp
Even poisonous darts; it all a major part of his game
Holy water won't ward him off, crucifixes do the trick
He's so sick, it's ridiculous; sawed the part off his brain
He's insane, why's there bloodstains 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, yay like the old days
on the beat, I carry my whole state
You wooden legs to a house: you hold weight
Oh shit, it's O'Shea Jackson!
A little bit of this twisted out with in it
Mr. Porter back with like Osama sent him
Bitch, I'm all that; I drive the crazy
They gotta at Rorschachs to get they thoughts back
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 should call the Don Bishop
A poet, a of Don Goines and John Grisham
have you rewinding it four or five times
That landmine rhyme written with porcupine
Step up in here with the
C.O.B. Gang will approach you and bend ya gun to a Horseshoe
Only fuck wit monsters, we the truth, monsters pop up on ya
Like ya said Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice,
I can't even see the booth, I could fit Stevie's
I'm sick, I got the Eagle flu
I'm rich, nigga, we don't need a cent, we Teflon
The doctor to take blood, the needle bent, ask mom
Outta my if you can imagine
Magic's johnson without a condom, I'm bonkers
Got the streets going, dude, it's
If I come for ya blood, I ain't gon' be syringes

6: Eminem]
Newsflash, I'm still trashed, them 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, bitch And my milk is still half-empty
Yeah, tempt me! Hell isn't
They to invent somewhere new to send me
As sick as I'm getting, they'll stick me in a conventional
With a rotisserie setting and even notice me sweating
Shit, I done made a verse, said foul shit
Tryna go back fix it, around and just made it worse
Yeah, I'm back, looking no for wear, got these haters
Mad enough to rip off hair and start punching the air
Panties so in a bunch that they can't
It's Shady and Royce, fuck yeah, what a dysfunctional
So stop acting a punk, get a pair
Take a pill and fall the fuck out, spill ya lunch in the

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

[Verse 8: da 5'9"]
Now if your attitude determines your
This house that we 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
'em fake a fall, my clique is too sick, say goodbye
In the streets where the stakes is high Ruth's Chris
I'm from the city of shit
Where the mayor went to jail for being a player right after split
Levels the head of competitors Royce
I'm drinking everyday til Hex Murda get his regular back
Ras, I got ya, look scared at ya, blast ya
a block away; ask Tricky, I'm that 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 to leave it alone
You have to ween me off that Bobbitt chopper'd
Knock a weenie off, put body between chalk
I'm squeezing the nine iron like I'm golf
I'm the best rapper alive, put something on it
Your sound's plain as a cheeseburger with on it

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