Luyện nghe bài hát Westwood Freestyle 2010

[Verse 1: Mr.
Welcome to the ill of Mr. P-O
Ay, keep the talk, B; I'm 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 cause freak ho
Specialize in wood like she Home
I'm Chico DeBarge, we stars
Roscoe P. Coltrane in bars, man
Amtrak, break her damn back, man
It's Lauren, this ain't no damn Chaps
It's all Polo; I'm so pro
You bird-crazy: El Loco
Talking bout cheese and this no photo
Asking bout rings like the ho know
You better get out of my house and
I think I threw up in my a bit, I'm sick

2: Royce da 5'9"]
Niggas be lying, talking 'bout that, a heater
Once I see him, more like Justin Bieber
Leaving my rivals like Skyzoo's, how I do
I have her laying in the and bleeding
Butt naked with a bullet in his muthafucking head like Badu
I irony in being in a place
Where I'm Gucci, mayne; getting White boy wasted
I a nigga, break bread or take lead
I'm tryna get rid of this like K-Fed
Me and Denaun got a bond
We like that once-in-a-lifetime thang to you that ain't the
The next MC that rhyme with ref with a whistle
That ain't Money, I'mma definitely diss you
If you packing a Mac with back of the Ac
Or perhaps you can't my spectacular vernacular
You still rhyming bottles with models, college for
Using the word swagger, you're garbage
You funny, comparing 5'9" to anybody
You comparing to Bugs Bunny

3: Eminem]
I'm like a White Michael - Vick, psycho to stick
Michael J. Fox in a microwave a Rott
I make a little Alizé with a side of NyQuil
And ride a motorcycle bike right through the side of my school
Satan's disciple a sniper rifle 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 is so hard to gauge
See Hannibal ate his face and met Jason, off his leg
Amazing hard-on for razors and blades and sharp
Even poisonous it all plays a major part of his game
water won't ward him off, crucifixes won't do the trick
He's so sick, it's ridiculous; sawed the part off his brain
still insane, why's there bloodstains on his carpet, mane
There's some 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 whole
You wooden legs to a house: you can't hold
Oh shit, O'Shea Jackson! Okay
A little bit of this twisted out Obama in it
Mr. Porter back with like Osama sent him
Bitch, I'm all that; I the girls crazy
They look 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 stance

5: Royce da 5'9"]
Y'all should call Nickle the Don Bishop
A poet, a of Don Goines and John Grisham
Flow'll have you rewinding it four or times
That landmine rhyme written with 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 fit Stevie's shoe
I'm sick, I got the Eagle flu
I'm rich, lil' nigga, we need a cent, we Teflon
The tried to take blood, the needle bent, ask mom
Outta my if you can imagine
Using Magic's johnson a condom, I'm bonkers
Got the streets going, dude, it's
If I come for ya blood, I gon' be using syringes

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

7: Mr. Porter]
Look I'm sick, somebody better get the
Who I gotta shoot just to prove I can rap?
People ask where my is at
I say the liner notes, I done done all kinda crap
I am so of a star, bitch
That I can fart and piss on the red
Look, my account's retarded
My card's got a helmet and a harness, hey
Meet demands but all are harmless
At shows, my riders always the
I need four of fried poultry carcass
And red chartered from Charlotte
Look, and if you try to act and start shit
I just yell at em like, I'm the
In fact that you the deal
If you play sick, we can all get ill
Look: measles, mumps, I you bitches
I need you chumps, y'all got cheese and I need my chunks
Hurry up, so I can go to burn rubber and get more dunks

[Verse 8: da 5'9"]
Now if your attitude determines 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, keep a sweeper in fact
I the mag a broom, you seeing beef, seeing 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 like Ruth's
I'm the city of true shit
Where the mayor to jail for being a player right after Proof split
Levels the head of competitors that
I'm drinking til Hex Murda get his regular voice back
Ras, I got ya, look 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 to ween me off that Lorena Bobbitt chopper'd
Knock a off, put your 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 nothing on it

9: Eminem]
I'll do a hundred-yard dash just to slash Kim in the ass
With a shard of glass Nick Hogan's car crash
You may like the passenger for that, don't be a smart ass
Yeah, laugh while sit there that the hard part passed
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 it, sawed off her legs
And the top half of the torso fucking off and sang
I ain't seen shit like that since I to Mike Jack's
And took the Elephant Man's skull, fucked it, and put it back
Handed my dick to Bubbles while he sucked it and my nutsack
Gave him a reach-around I fucked him right in his buttcrack
Nah, I taking it back, faggot, fuck that
I a fuck about nothing so here's where you fucked up at
Don't go touching that can, man; you wanna open up that
a min, ah, shit...Alchemist, cut that