Luyện nghe bài hát Westwood Freestyle 2010

[Verse 1: Mr.
to the ill world of Mr. P-O
Ay, keep the talk, B; I'm tryna see
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 cause your freak ho
Specialize in wood she Home Depot
I'm Chico DeBarge, we stars
Roscoe P. Coltrane in bars, man
Amtrak, I'll her damn back, man
Ralph Lauren, this ain't no damn Chaps
It's all Polo; I'm so pro
You El Pollo Loco
bout cheese and this ain't no photo
Asking bout like the ho know Frodo
You better get out of my and shit
I I threw up in my mouth a bit, I'm sick

[Verse 2: da 5'9"]
be lying, talking 'bout that, bust a heater
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 find irony in being in a
Where I'm wearing Gucci, getting White boy wasted
I a nigga, break bread or take lead
I'm tryna get rid of this weight 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 official with ref with a whistle
That ain't Young Money, definitely diss you
If you packing a Mac with back of the Ac
Or perhaps you match my spectacular vernacular
You still rhyming bottles with models, for knowledge
Using the word swagger, you're garbage
You thugs funny, comparing 5'9" to
You comparing to Bugs Bunny

[Verse 3:
I'm like a White - Vick, psycho enough to stick
Michael J. Fox in a microwave with a
I might make a little Alizé a side of NyQuil
And ride a motorcycle bike through the side of my high school
Satan's disciple with a sniper rifle and a knife and a white
Liable to on you while I snipe you
So dope he gets off opiates, what an
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 razors and 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
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 some crazy shit going on in Shady's apartment

4: Mr. Porter]
Okay, it's back to the blocks, yay like the old days
Superman on the beat, I carry my state
You legs to a house: you can't hold weight
Oh shit, it's O'Shea Jackson!
A little bit of this twisted out Obama in it
Mr. Porter with anthrax like Osama sent him
Bitch, I'm all I drive the girls crazy
They look at Rorschachs to get they thoughts back
I ain't a 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 Porter

[Verse 5: da 5'9"]
Y'all bitches 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 written with porcupine line
Step up in here the Slaughterhouse
C.O.B. Gang will approach you and ya gun barrel to a Horseshoe
Only 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 shoe
I'm sick, I got the Desert 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
Magic's johnson without a condom, I'm bonkers
Got the streets going, dude, it's
If I for ya blood, I ain't gon' be using syringes

6: Eminem]
Newsflash, I'm still trashed, pills shoulda killed my ass
But they didn't, they made me stronger
like they rebuilt my ass, like the Six Million Dollar Man after the crash
It's Aftermath, bitch And my glass is still half-empty
Yeah, tempt me! Hell isn't
They to invent somewhere new to send me
As sick as I'm getting, they'll me in a conventional oven
With a rotisserie and won't even notice me sweating
Shit, I done made a verse, some foul shit
go back fix it, fucked around and just made it worse
Yeah, I'm back, looking no worse for wear, got these
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 dysfunctional
So stop acting like a punk, get a
Take a pill and fall the fuck out, ya lunch in the chair

[Verse 7: Mr.
Look I'm sick, better 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 done all crap
I am so much of a star,
That I can fart and on the red carpet
Look, my account's retarded
My debit got a helmet and a harness, hey
demands but they all are harmless
At shows, my riders always the
I need four pounds of fried carcass
And red M&Ms; chartered from
Look, and if you try to act and start shit
I yell at em like, I'm the artist
In that you know the deal
If you wanna 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 and get some more dunks

8: Royce da 5'9"]
Now if your attitude determines your
This house that we call hip hop, I'm in the attic,
A mic and two turntables, fit for the
Converted to a room, keep a street sweeper in fact
I call the mag a broom, you beef, seeing things
You had yourself a bag of shrooms, I make a call
'em fake a fall, my clique is too sick, say goodbye
In the where the stakes is high like Ruth's Chris
I'm from the city of shit
Where the went to jail for being a player right after Proof split
Levels the head of competitors Royce
I'm drinking til Hex Murda get his regular voice back
Ras, I got ya, scared at ya, blast from ya
a block away; ask Tricky, I'm that niggie
I'm mo hooder than black
I rap like committing in the booth taking the track with me
Patrón's in my chromosomes, in order to it alone
You have to ween me off Lorena Bobbitt chopper'd
a weenie off, put your body between chalk
I'm squeezing the iron like I'm swinging golf
I'm with the best rapper alive, put on it
Your sound's 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 of glass from Nick Hogan's car crash
You may look like the passenger for that, be a smart ass
Yeah, laugh sit there thinking that the hard 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 of the torso fucking crawled off and sang
I ain't seen like that since I went to Mike Jack's
And took the Elephant Man's skull, fucked it, and put it back
my dick to Bubbles while he sucked it and licked my nutsack
Gave him a reach-around while I fucked him in his buttcrack
Nah, I taking it back, faggot, fuck 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
a min, ah, shit...Alchemist, cut that