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 no lead, then it ain't no beef, bro
You better get a leash your freak ho
Specialize in wood like she Home
I'm like DeBarge, we stars
Roscoe P. in these bars, man
Amtrak, break her damn back, man
It's Ralph Lauren, ain't no damn Chaps
all Polo; I'm so pro though
You bird-crazy: El Loco
Talking bout cheese and this no photo
Asking bout rings the ho know Frodo
You get out of my house and shit
I think I threw up in my mouth a bit, I'm

[Verse 2: da 5'9"]
Niggas be lying, talking 'bout that, bust a
Once I see him, maybe more like Justin
Leaving my rivals 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 irony in being in a place
Where I'm wearing Gucci, mayne; getting boy wasted
I tell a nigga, break bread or take
I'm tryna get rid of this weight like
Me and Denaun got a gangsta
We like that once-in-a-lifetime thang to you that ain't the
The next MC that rhyme official ref with a whistle
That ain't Young Money, 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 with models, for knowledge
Using the word swagger, you're garbage
You thugs funny, 5'9" to anybody
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 a little Alizé with a side of NyQuil
And ride a motorcycle bike right through the side of my high
Satan's disciple a sniper rifle and a knife and a white diaper
Liable to shit on you while I you
So dope he off opiates, what an appropriate
Way to start off his he may just smart off to Dre
He may be hard to contain cause his is so hard to gauge
See Hannibal ate his face and met Jason, off his leg
Amazing hard-on for and blades and anything sharp
Even poisonous it all plays a major part of his game
Holy water ward him off, crucifixes won't do the trick
He's so sick, it's sawed the crazy part off his brain
He's still insane, there bloodstains on his carpet, mane
some crazy shit going on in Shady's apartment again

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

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

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

[Verse 7: Mr.
Look I'm sick, somebody get the Dimetapp
Who I gotta 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 much of a star,
That I can fart and piss on the red
Look, my bank account's
My debit card's got a and a harness, hey
demands but they all are harmless
At shows, my always the largest
I need four pounds of fried carcass
And red M&Ms; from Charlotte
Look, and if you try to act and start shit
I yell at em like, I'm the artist
In fact that you the deal
If you wanna sick, we can all get ill
Look: measles, mumps, I made you
I don't you chumps, y'all got cheese and I need my chunks
Hurry up, so I can go to rubber and get some more dunks

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

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