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 tryna see
If it about bread, what we gon' speak fo
If it ain't no lead, then it no beef, bro
You better get a leash cause your ho
in wood like she Home Depot
I'm like DeBarge, we stars
P. Coltrane in these 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 ain't no
Asking bout rings like the ho Frodo
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"]
be lying, talking 'bout that, bust a heater
Once I see him, maybe more like Bieber
Leaving my underground like Skyzoo's, how I do
I have her laying in the and bleeding
Butt naked with a in his muthafucking head like Erykah Badu
I find in being in a place
Where I'm wearing Gucci, getting White boy wasted
I tell a nigga, break bread or lead
I'm get rid of this weight like K-Fed
Me and Denaun got a gangsta
We that once-in-a-lifetime thang to you that ain't the prom
The next MC that rhyme official with ref with a
That ain't Young Money, I'mma definitely you
If you rhyming a Mac with back of the Ac
Or perhaps you can't match my vernacular
You still rhyming bottles with models, college for
Using the word swagger, you're probably
You thugs funny, 5'9" to anybody
You comparing to Bugs Bunny

[Verse 3:
I'm like a Michael - Vick, psycho enough to stick
Michael J. Fox in a microwave a Rott
I might make a little with a side of NyQuil
And ride a motorcycle bike right through the side of my school
Satan's disciple with a sniper rifle and a knife and a white
Liable to shit on you I snipe you
So he gets off opiates, what an appropriate
Way to off his day; he may just smart off to Dre
He may be hard to contain his rage is so hard to gauge
See Hannibal ate his and met Jason, gnawed off his leg
Amazing hard-on for razors and and anything sharp
Even poisonous it all plays a major part of his game
Holy water won't ward him off, won't do the trick
He's so sick, it's ridiculous; sawed the part off his brain
He's still insane, why's bloodstains on his carpet, mane
There's some crazy shit on in Shady's apartment again

[Verse 4: Mr.
Okay, it's back to the blocks, 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 O'Shea Jackson!
A little bit of this twisted out Obama in it
Mr. Porter back anthrax like Osama sent him
Bitch, I'm all that; I drive the girls
They gotta at Rorschachs to get they thoughts back
I ain't a small fry, small ticker, 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 mixer of Don Goines and Grisham
Flow'll have you rewinding it four or five
That landmine rhyme written with porcupine
Step up in here with the
C.O.B. Gang will approach you and bend ya gun to a Horseshoe
Only wit monsters, we the truth, monsters will pop up on ya
Like ya Beetlejuice, 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
Using Magic's without a condom, I'm bonkers
Got the streets going, dude, tremendous
If I come for ya blood, I ain't gon' be syringes

6: Eminem]
Newsflash, I'm still trashed, them pills shoulda my ass
But they didn't, just made me stronger
It's like rebuilt my ass, like the Six Million Dollar Man after the crash
It's Aftermath, And my milk glass is still half-empty
Yeah, me! Hell isn't enough
They to invent somewhere new to send me
As sick as I'm getting, they'll stick me in a conventional
With a setting and won't even notice me sweating
Shit, I made a verse, said some foul shit
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 bunch that they function
It's and Royce, fuck yeah, what a dysfunctional pair
So acting like a punk, get a pair
Take a pill and fall the fuck out, spill ya in the chair

7: Mr. Porter]
Look I'm sick, somebody get the Dimetapp
Who I gotta just to prove that I can rap?
ask where my shine is at
I say check the liner notes, I done done all kinda
I am so of a star, bitch
That I can and piss on the red carpet
Look, my bank retarded
My debit got a helmet and a harness, hey
Meet but they all are harmless
At shows, my riders the largest
I four pounds of fried poultry carcass
And red M&Ms; chartered from
Look, and if you try to act and start 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 need you chumps, y'all got cheese and I my chunks
Hurry up, so I can go to burn rubber and get some more

8: Royce 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 street sweeper in
I call the mag a broom, you seeing beef, seeing
You had yourself a bag of shrooms, I make a call
Make 'em fake a fall, my clique is too sick, say
In the streets the stakes is high like Ruth's Chris
I'm from the city of shit
Where the mayor went to jail for being a player after Proof split
Levels the head of competitors Royce
I'm drinking everyday til Hex Murda get his regular back
Ras, I got ya, look scared at ya, blast ya
a block away; ask Tricky, I'm that niggie
I'm mo than black dickies
I rap like suicide in the booth taking the track with me
Patrón's in my chromosomes, in to leave it alone
You have to ween me off that Bobbitt chopper'd
Knock a weenie off, put your body chalk
I'm squeezing the nine iron like I'm golf
I'm with the best alive, put something on it
Your sound's plain as a with nothing on it

[Verse 9:
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 like the passenger for that, be a smart ass
Yeah, laugh while sit there thinking that the hard passed
You ain't seen pain til flips, mayne
I'll cut ya fucking balls off homie, my off the chain
I chopped the in half with it, sawed off her legs
And the top half of the torso fucking crawled off and
I ain't seen shit like that I went to Mike Jack's
And took the Elephant skull, fucked 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 him right in his buttcrack
Nah, I taking it back, faggot, fuck that
I give a fuck about nothing so where you fucked up at
Don't go touching can, man; you don't wanna open up that
Wait a min, ah, shit...Alchemist, cut