Luyện nghe bài hát Westwood Freestyle 2010

[Verse 1: Mr.
Welcome to the ill of Mr. P-O
Ay, the talk, B; I'm tryna see dough
If it ain't about bread, what we gon' 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 Depot
I'm like DeBarge, we stars
Roscoe P. in these bars, man
Amtrak, I'll her damn back, man
It's Ralph Lauren, this no damn Chaps
It's all I'm so pro though
You bird-crazy: El Loco
bout cheese and this ain't no photo
Asking bout rings the ho know Frodo
You better get out of my and shit
I I threw 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 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 like Badu
I find irony in in a place
Where I'm wearing Gucci, mayne; getting boy wasted
I tell a nigga, break bread or lead
I'm tryna get rid of weight like K-Fed
Me and got a gangsta bond
We like that once-in-a-lifetime thang to you that ain't the
The next MC rhyme official with ref with a whistle
That ain't Young Money, I'mma definitely you
If you rhyming packing a Mac with of the Ac
Or perhaps you can't my spectacular vernacular
You still rhyming bottles with models, for knowledge
Using the word swagger, you're garbage
You thugs funny, 5'9" to anybody
You comparing to Bugs Bunny

3: Eminem]
I'm like a White Michael - Vick, enough to stick
Michael J. Fox in a with a Rott
I might a little Alizé with a side of NyQuil
And ride a motorcycle bike right 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 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 to gauge
See ate his face and met Jason, gnawed off his leg
Amazing hard-on for razors and blades and anything
Even darts; it all plays a major part of his game
Holy water won't ward him off, crucifixes won't do the
He's so sick, it's sawed the crazy part off his brain
He's still insane, why's bloodstains on his carpet, mane
There's some crazy shit going on in apartment again

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

[Verse 5: da 5'9"]
bitches should call Nickle the Don Bishop
A poet, a mixer of Don Goines and Grisham
Flow'll have you rewinding it four or times
landmine rhyme written with porcupine line
Step up in with the Slaughterhouse
C.O.B. will approach you and bend ya gun barrel to a Horseshoe
fuck wit monsters, we the truth, monsters will pop up on ya
Like ya Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice
I can't see the booth, I could fit Stevie's shoe
I'm sick, I got the Eagle flu
I'm rich, lil' nigga, we don't need a cent, we
The tried to take 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, tremendous
If I come for ya blood, I ain't gon' be using

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

7: Mr. Porter]
Look I'm sick, better get the Dimetapp
Who I gotta shoot 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 piss on the red
Look, my bank 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 poultry carcass
And red M&Ms; 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 know the
If you play sick, we can all get ill
Look: measles, mumps, I made you
I don't 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 hip hop, I'm in the attic, fool
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 seeing beef, seeing
You musta had a bag of shrooms, I make a call
Make 'em fake a fall, my is too sick, say goodbye
In the streets where the stakes is high Ruth's Chris
I'm the city of true shit
Where the mayor went to jail for being a right after Proof split
Levels the head of competitors Royce
I'm drinking everyday til Hex get his regular voice back
Ras, I got ya, scared at ya, blast from ya
From a block away; ask Tricky, I'm niggie
I'm mo hooder than dickies
I rap like committing suicide in the booth taking the track 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 your between chalk
I'm squeezing the iron like I'm swinging golf
I'm with the rapper alive, put something on it
Your sound's as a cheeseburger with nothing on it

9: Eminem]
I'll do a hundred-yard dash just to Kim Kardash in the ass
With a shard of from Nick Hogan's car crash
You may look the passenger for that, don't be a smart ass
Yeah, laugh while sit thinking that the hard part passed
You seen pain til Leatherface flips, mayne
cut ya fucking balls off homie, my saw's off the chain
I chopped the bitch in half with it, off her legs
And the top half of the fucking crawled off and sang
I ain't seen shit that since I went to Mike Jack's
And took the Elephant skull, fucked it, and put it right back
Handed my dick to while he sucked it and licked my nutsack
Gave him a reach-around I fucked him right in his buttcrack
Nah, I ain't it back, faggot, fuck that
I give a 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