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, what we speak fo
If it ain't no lead, it ain't no beef, bro
You better get a leash your freak ho
Specialize in like she Home Depot
I'm like DeBarge, we stars
P. Coltrane in these bars, man
Amtrak, I'll her damn back, man
It's Ralph Lauren, this ain't no damn
It's all I'm so pro though
You bird-crazy: El Pollo
Talking bout and this ain't no photo
Asking bout like the ho know Frodo
You better get out of my house and
I think I threw up in my mouth a bit, I'm

[Verse 2: da 5'9"]
be lying, talking 'bout that, bust a heater
Once I see him, maybe more like Bieber
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 find in being in a place
Where I'm wearing Gucci, mayne; getting White boy
I a nigga, break bread or take lead
I'm tryna get rid of this like K-Fed
Me and got a gangsta bond
We like that once-in-a-lifetime thang to you ain't the prom
The next MC rhyme official with ref with a whistle
That Young Money, I'mma definitely diss you
If you rhyming a Mac with 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 probably
You funny, comparing 5'9" to anybody
You comparing Superman to Bunny

[Verse 3:
I'm a White Michael - Vick, psycho enough to stick
Michael J. Fox in a with a Rott
I make a little Alizé with a side of NyQuil
And ride a motorcycle bike 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 I snipe you
So dope he 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
Amazing hard-on for and blades and anything sharp
Even poisonous darts; it all plays a major part of his
Holy water won't ward him off, crucifixes do the trick
so sick, it's ridiculous; sawed the crazy part off his brain
He's still insane, why's there bloodstains on his carpet,
There's some crazy shit going on in Shady's again

4: Mr. Porter]
Okay, it's back to the blocks, slinging yay the old days
Superman on the beat, I my whole state
You wooden legs to a house: you hold weight
Oh shit, it's Jackson! Okay
A little bit of this twisted out Obama in it
Mr. Porter back with anthrax 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 of science to return a raw rap
I'm the best, mane: Eli stance

5: Royce da 5'9"]
Y'all bitches call Nickle the Don Bishop
A poet, a mixer of Don and John Grisham
Flow'll have you it four or five times
That landmine written with porcupine line
up in here with the Slaughterhouse
C.O.B. Gang will you and bend ya gun barrel to a Horseshoe
Only fuck wit monsters, we the truth, monsters pop up on ya
ya said Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice
I can't even see the booth, I could fit shoe
I'm sick, I got the Desert flu
I'm rich, lil' nigga, we need a cent, we Teflon
The doctor to take blood, the needle bent, ask mom
my mind if you can imagine
Using Magic's without a condom, I'm bonkers
Got the streets going, dude, tremendous
If I come for ya blood, I ain't gon' be syringes

[Verse 6:
Newsflash, I'm trashed, them pills shoulda killed my ass
But they didn't, they made me stronger
It's like they rebuilt my ass, the Six Million Dollar Man after the crash
It's Aftermath, bitch And my milk is still half-empty
Yeah, me! Hell isn't enough
They need to invent new to send me
As sick as I'm getting, they'll stick me in a conventional
With a rotisserie and won't even notice me sweating
Shit, I done made a verse, said some shit
Tryna go fix it, fucked around and just made it worse
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 pair
So stop like a punk, get a pair
Take a pill and fall the fuck out, spill ya lunch in the

7: Mr. Porter]
Look I'm sick, better get the Dimetapp
Who I shoot just to prove that I can rap?
People ask my shine is at
I say check the liner notes, I done done all kinda
I am so much of a star,
That I can fart and on the red carpet
Look, my account's retarded
My card's got a helmet and a harness, hey
demands but they all are harmless
At shows, my riders always the
I need four pounds of 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 know the
If you play sick, we can all get ill
Look: measles, mumps, I made you
I don't need you chumps, y'all got cheese and I my chunks
Hurry up, so I can go to burn rubber and get more dunks

8: Royce da 5'9"]
Now if your attitude your latitude
This that 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 seeing beef, seeing
You had yourself a bag of shrooms, I make 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 from the city of shit
Where the mayor went to jail for a player right after Proof split
Levels the of competitors Royce that
I'm drinking everyday til Hex Murda get his regular voice
Ras, I got ya, look scared at ya, from ya
From a away; ask Tricky, I'm that niggie
I'm mo than 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 Lorena Bobbitt chopper'd
Knock a weenie off, put body between chalk
I'm squeezing the nine like I'm swinging golf
I'm with the rapper alive, put something on it
Your sound's plain as a with nothing on it

9: Eminem]
I'll do a hundred-yard dash to slash Kim Kardash in the ass
With a 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 thinking that the hard part
You ain't pain til Leatherface flips, mayne
I'll cut ya fucking balls off homie, my saw's off the
I chopped the bitch in half with it, sawed off her
And the top half of the torso fucking crawled off and
I ain't shit like that since I went to Mike Jack's
And took the Elephant skull, fucked it, and put it right back
Handed my dick to Bubbles while he it and licked my nutsack
Gave him a reach-around while I him right in his buttcrack
Nah, I ain't taking it back, faggot, fuck
I give a fuck about nothing so where you fucked up at
go touching that can, man; you don't wanna open up that
Wait a min, ah, shit...Alchemist, cut