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 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 cause your ho
in wood like she Home Depot
I'm Chico DeBarge, we stars
Roscoe P. in these bars, man
Amtrak, I'll her damn back, man
Ralph Lauren, this ain't no damn Chaps
It's all I'm so pro though
You bird-crazy: El Pollo
bout cheese and this ain't 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

[Verse 2: da 5'9"]
Niggas be lying, talking 'bout that, a heater
I see him, maybe more like Justin Bieber
Leaving my rivals like Skyzoo's, how I do
I have her in the street and bleeding
Butt naked with a bullet in his muthafucking head Erykah Badu
I irony in being in a place
Where I'm wearing Gucci, mayne; White boy wasted
I tell a nigga, break or take lead
I'm tryna get rid of weight like K-Fed
Me and Denaun got a bond
We like that once-in-a-lifetime to you that ain't the prom
The next MC that rhyme official with ref with a
ain't Young Money, I'mma definitely diss you
If you packing a Mac with back of the Ac
Or you can't match my spectacular vernacular
You still rhyming bottles with models, for knowledge
Using the word swagger, you're probably
You thugs funny, comparing 5'9" to
You comparing Superman to Bugs

[Verse 3:
I'm like a White Michael - Vick, enough to stick
J. Fox in a microwave with a Rott
I might make a little Alizé with a of NyQuil
And ride a motorcycle right through the side of my high school
Satan's disciple with a sniper rifle and a knife and a white
Liable to shit on you while I you
So dope he gets off opiates, an appropriate
Way to start off his he may just smart 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 for razors and blades and anything sharp
Even poisonous darts; it all plays a major of his game
Holy water won't ward him off, won't do the trick
He's so sick, ridiculous; sawed the crazy part off his brain
He's still insane, why's there on his carpet, mane
There's some shit going on in Shady's apartment again

[Verse 4: Mr.
Okay, it's back to the blocks, slinging yay like the old
Superman on the beat, I carry my whole
You legs to a house: you can't hold weight
Oh shit, O'Shea Jackson! Okay
A bit of this twisted out with Obama in it
Mr. Porter back with anthrax Osama sent him
Bitch, I'm all that; I the girls crazy
gotta look at Rorschachs to get they thoughts back
I ain't a small fry, small ticker, small
I make 'em all cry big dick and raw sack
The potblood of science to a raw rap
I'm the best, Eli Porter stance

5: Royce da 5'9"]
Y'all bitches should Nickle the Don Bishop
A poet, a mixer of Don and John Grisham
Flow'll you rewinding it four or five times
That landmine written with porcupine line
Step up in with the Slaughterhouse
C.O.B. Gang approach 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 even see the booth, I could fit Stevie's shoe
I'm sick, I got the Eagle flu
I'm rich, lil' nigga, we need a cent, we Teflon
The doctor tried to blood, the needle bent, ask mom
Outta my mind if you can
Using Magic's johnson a condom, I'm bonkers
Got the streets going, dude, it's
If I come for ya blood, I ain't gon' be syringes

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

[Verse 7: Mr.
Look I'm sick, somebody get the Dimetapp
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 crap
I am so of a star, bitch
I can fart and piss on the red carpet
Look, my account's retarded
My debit got a helmet and a harness, hey
Meet demands but all are harmless
At shows, my riders always the
I need pounds of fried poultry carcass
And red M&Ms; chartered from
Look, and if you try to act dumb and shit
I just yell at em like, I'm the
In fact that you the deal
If you wanna sick, we can all get ill
Look: measles, mumps, I you bitches
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

[Verse 8: da 5'9"]
Now if attitude 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 room, keep a street 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 Chris
I'm from the of true shit
Where the mayor went to jail for being a right after Proof split
Levels the head of Royce that
I'm drinking everyday til Hex get his regular voice back
Ras, I got ya, look scared at ya, blast ya
From a block ask Tricky, I'm that niggie
I'm mo hooder black dickies
I rap committing 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 Lorena chopper'd
Knock a weenie off, put body between chalk
I'm squeezing the nine iron like I'm golf
I'm with the best alive, put something on it
sound's plain as a cheeseburger with nothing on it

[Verse 9:
I'll do a hundred-yard dash just to Kim Kardash in the ass
With a shard of glass 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 part passed
You seen 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 Man's skull, 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 fucked him right in his
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 don't open up that
a min, ah, shit...Alchemist, cut that