Luyện nghe bài hát Westwood Freestyle 2010

1: Mr. Porter]
Welcome to the ill of Mr. P-O
Ay, keep the talk, B; I'm tryna see
If it about bread, what we gon' speak fo
If it ain't no lead, it ain't no beef, bro
You better get a leash cause your ho
Specialize in like she Home Depot
I'm like Chico DeBarge, we
P. Coltrane in these bars, man
Amtrak, I'll her damn back, man
It's Ralph Lauren, this ain't no Chaps
It's all Polo; I'm so pro
You bird-crazy: El Pollo
Talking bout cheese and this no photo
Asking bout rings like the ho know
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, 'bout that, bust a heater
Once I see him, maybe like Justin Bieber
Leaving my underground like Skyzoo's, how I do
I her laying in the street and bleeding
Butt naked with a bullet in his muthafucking like Erykah Badu
I find irony in being in a
Where I'm wearing Gucci, mayne; getting boy wasted
I tell a nigga, break or take lead
I'm tryna get rid of this weight like
Me and got a gangsta bond
We like that thang to you that ain't the prom
The next MC that rhyme official with ref a whistle
That ain't Money, I'mma definitely diss you
If you rhyming packing a Mac with of the Ac
Or perhaps you match my spectacular vernacular
You still rhyming with models, college for knowledge
Using the word swagger, you're garbage
You thugs funny, 5'9" to anybody
You Superman to Bugs Bunny

[Verse 3:
I'm a White Michael - Vick, psycho enough to stick
Michael J. Fox in a with a Rott
I might make a little with a side of NyQuil
And ride a motorcycle bike right through the side of my high
Satan's disciple with a sniper rifle and a knife and a diaper
to shit on you while 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 hard to
See Hannibal ate his and met Jason, gnawed 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 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 crazy shit going on in Shady's apartment again

4: Mr. Porter]
Okay, it's back to the blocks, slinging yay like the old
Superman on the beat, I carry my state
You wooden legs to a house: you can't hold
Oh shit, O'Shea Jackson! Okay
A little bit of 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 look at Rorschachs to get they thoughts
I ain't a small fry, ticker, small tack
I make 'em all cry with big and raw sack
The potblood of science to a raw rap
I'm the best, mane: Eli stance

5: Royce da 5'9"]
Y'all should call Nickle the Don Bishop
A poet, a mixer of Don Goines and John
Flow'll have you rewinding it four or times
That landmine rhyme with porcupine line
Step up in here the Slaughterhouse
C.O.B. Gang will approach you and ya gun barrel to a Horseshoe
fuck wit monsters, we the truth, monsters will 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, lil' nigga, we don't a cent, we Teflon
The doctor tried to take blood, the bent, ask mom
my mind if you can imagine
Using Magic's 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 still trashed, them pills 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, And my milk glass is still half-empty
Yeah, tempt me! Hell enough
They need to invent new to send me
As sick as I'm getting, stick me in a conventional oven
a rotisserie setting and won't even notice me sweating
Shit, I made a verse, said some foul shit
Tryna go back fix it, fucked around and made it worse
Yeah, I'm back, no worse for wear, got these haters
Mad enough to rip off hair and start punching the air
Panties so in a bunch that they function
It's Shady and Royce, fuck yeah, what a dysfunctional
So stop acting like a punk, get a
Take a and fall the fuck out, spill ya lunch in the chair

[Verse 7: Mr.
Look I'm sick, somebody better get the
Who I gotta shoot just to prove 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 and piss on the red carpet
Look, my bank account's
My debit got a helmet and a harness, hey
demands but they all are harmless
At shows, my riders the largest
I need four of fried poultry carcass
And red chartered 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
Look: measles, mumps, I made you
I don't need you chumps, 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 your determines your latitude
This house that we call hip hop, I'm in the attic,
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, seeing
You musta had a bag of shrooms, I make a call
Make 'em fake a fall, my clique is too sick, say
In the streets where the stakes is high like Chris
I'm from the city of true
Where the went to jail for being a player right after Proof split
Levels the head of Royce that
I'm drinking everyday til Hex Murda get his regular voice
Ras, I got ya, scared at ya, blast from ya
From a block away; ask Tricky, I'm niggie
I'm mo hooder than black
I rap like suicide in the booth taking the track with me
Patrón's in my chromosomes, in order to leave it
You have to ween me off that Bobbitt chopper'd
Knock a weenie off, put body between chalk
I'm the nine iron like I'm swinging golf
I'm the best rapper alive, put something on it
Your sound's plain as a cheeseburger with on it

9: Eminem]
I'll do a dash just to slash Kim Kardash in the ass
With a of glass from Nick Hogan's car crash
You may look the passenger for that, don't be a smart ass
Yeah, laugh while sit there thinking that the hard part
You ain't seen pain til flips, mayne
I'll cut ya balls off homie, my saw's off the chain
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 seen shit like that since I went to Jack's
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 while I fucked him right in his buttcrack
Nah, I ain't taking it back, faggot, that
I give a fuck about nothing so here's you fucked up at
Don't go touching that can, man; you wanna open up that
Wait a min, ah, shit...Alchemist, cut