Luyện nghe bài hát Westwood Freestyle 2010

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

2: Royce da 5'9"]
Niggas be lying, talking 'bout that, bust a
Once I see him, maybe more like Justin
Leaving my rivals underground Skyzoo's, how I do
I have her in the street and bleeding
Butt naked with a bullet in his head like Erykah Badu
I find irony in being in a
Where I'm Gucci, mayne; getting White boy wasted
I tell a nigga, break bread or take
I'm get rid of this weight like K-Fed
Me and got a gangsta bond
We like that thang to you that ain't the prom
The next MC that rhyme with ref with a whistle
That ain't Young Money, definitely diss 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
the word swagger, you're probably garbage
You thugs funny, 5'9" to anybody
You comparing Superman to Bunny

3: Eminem]
I'm like a White Michael - Vick, psycho enough to
Michael J. Fox in a with a Rott
I might make a little Alizé with a side of
And ride a motorcycle bike right through the of my high school
Satan's disciple with a sniper rifle and a 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 he may just smart off to Dre
He may be hard to cause his rage is so hard to gauge
See ate his face and met Jason, gnawed off his leg
Amazing hard-on for and blades and anything sharp
Even poisonous darts; it all a major part of his game
Holy water won't ward him off, won't do the trick
He's so sick, it's ridiculous; sawed the crazy part off his
still insane, why's there bloodstains on his carpet, mane
There's crazy shit going on in Shady's apartment again

4: Mr. Porter]
Okay, it's back to the blocks, slinging yay the old days
on the beat, I carry my whole state
You wooden legs to a you can't hold weight
Oh shit, it's O'Shea Jackson!
A little bit of this twisted out with in it
Mr. Porter with anthrax like Osama sent him
Bitch, I'm all that; I drive the crazy
They gotta look at Rorschachs to get thoughts back
I a small fry, small ticker, small tack
I make 'em all cry big dick and raw sack
The potblood of 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 rewinding it or five times
That landmine written with porcupine line
Step up in here with the
C.O.B. will approach you and bend ya gun barrel to a Horseshoe
Only fuck wit monsters, we the truth, will pop up on ya
ya said Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice
I can't even see the booth, I 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 tried to take blood, the needle bent, ask mom
Outta my if you can imagine
Using johnson without a condom, I'm bonkers
Got the going, dude, it's tremendous
If I for ya blood, I ain't gon' be using syringes

6: Eminem]
Newsflash, I'm still trashed, them pills killed my ass
But they didn't, they 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 isn't
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 won't even me sweating
Shit, I done a verse, said some foul shit
Tryna go back fix it, fucked and just made it worse
Yeah, I'm back, looking no worse for wear, got these
Mad to rip off their hair and start punching the air
Panties so in a bunch they can't function
It's and Royce, fuck yeah, what a dysfunctional pair
So stop acting 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 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 but they all are harmless
At shows, my always the largest
I need pounds of fried poultry carcass
And red M&Ms; chartered Charlotte
Look, and if you try to act dumb and start
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 need you chumps, y'all got cheese 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 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 beef, seeing things
You musta had a bag of shrooms, I make a call
Make 'em a fall, my clique is too sick, say goodbye
In the streets where the is high like Ruth's Chris
I'm from the city of true
Where the mayor went to jail for being a player right after split
Levels the head of competitors that
I'm drinking everyday til Hex Murda get his regular back
Ras, I got ya, look scared at ya, from ya
From a block ask Tricky, I'm that niggie
I'm mo hooder than black
I rap like committing in the booth taking the track with me
in my chromosomes, in order to leave it alone
You have to ween me off Lorena Bobbitt chopper'd
Knock a weenie off, put your between chalk
I'm squeezing the nine iron I'm swinging golf
I'm the best rapper alive, put something on it
Your sound's plain as a cheeseburger nothing on it

[Verse 9:
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 look the passenger for that, don't be a smart ass
Yeah, laugh while sit there thinking that the part passed
You ain't pain til Leatherface flips, mayne
I'll cut ya fucking 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 that since I went to Mike
And the Elephant Man's skull, fucked it, and put it right back
Handed my dick to Bubbles he sucked it and licked my nutsack
Gave him a reach-around while I him right in his buttcrack
Nah, I ain't it back, faggot, fuck that
I a fuck about nothing so here's where you fucked up at
go touching that can, man; you don't wanna open up that
Wait a min, ah, shit...Alchemist, cut