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 about bread, what we gon' speak fo
If it ain't no lead, it ain't no beef, bro
You better get a leash your freak ho
in wood like she Home Depot
I'm like Chico DeBarge, we
Roscoe P. in these bars, man
Amtrak, I'll her damn back, man
It's Ralph Lauren, this ain't no Chaps
It's all I'm so pro though
You bird-crazy: El Loco
Talking bout and this ain't no photo
Asking bout rings like the ho Frodo
You better get out of my house and
I think I up in my mouth a bit, I'm sick

[Verse 2: da 5'9"]
Niggas be lying, talking 'bout that, bust a
Once I see him, maybe more like Justin
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 like Erykah 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 this weight K-Fed
Me and Denaun got a gangsta
We like that once-in-a-lifetime thang to you ain't the prom
The next MC that rhyme official ref with a whistle
That ain't Young Money, I'mma definitely you
If you rhyming packing a Mac back of the Ac
Or perhaps you match my spectacular vernacular
You rhyming bottles with models, college for knowledge
Using the word swagger, probably garbage
You thugs funny, 5'9" to anybody
You Superman to Bugs Bunny

[Verse 3:
I'm like a Michael - Vick, psycho enough to stick
Michael J. Fox in a with 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 with a sniper rifle and a and a white diaper
Liable to on you while 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 to contain cause his rage is so hard to gauge
See Hannibal ate his and met Jason, gnawed off his leg
Amazing for razors and blades and anything sharp
Even poisonous darts; it all plays a part of his game
Holy water won't him off, crucifixes won't do the trick
He's so sick, it's ridiculous; 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 Shady's apartment

4: Mr. Porter]
Okay, it's back to the blocks, yay like the old days
Superman on the beat, I my whole state
You legs to a house: you can't hold weight
Oh shit, it's Jackson! Okay
A little bit of this out with Obama in it
Mr. Porter back with anthrax like Osama him
Bitch, I'm all I drive the girls crazy
gotta look at Rorschachs to get they thoughts back
I ain't a small fry, ticker, small tack
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 call the Don Bishop
A poet, a mixer of Don Goines and John
Flow'll you rewinding it four or five times
That landmine written with porcupine line
Step up in here the Slaughterhouse
C.O.B. Gang will approach you and bend ya gun barrel to a
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 could fit shoe
I'm sick, I got the Desert flu
I'm rich, lil' nigga, we don't a cent, we Teflon
The doctor tried to blood, the needle bent, ask mom
my mind if you can imagine
Using johnson without a condom, I'm bonkers
Got the streets going, dude, it's
If I come for ya blood, I gon' be using syringes

6: Eminem]
Newsflash, I'm trashed, them pills shoulda killed my ass
But they didn't, just made me stronger
It's like they rebuilt my ass, like the Six Million Dollar Man after the
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 rotisserie setting and won't even notice me
Shit, I made a verse, said some foul shit
Tryna go back fix it, fucked around and just made it
Yeah, I'm back, looking no worse for wear, got haters
Mad enough to rip off hair and start punching the air
Panties so in a bunch that can't function
It's Shady and Royce, fuck yeah, what a pair
So stop acting a punk, get a pair
a pill and fall the fuck out, spill ya lunch in the chair

[Verse 7: Mr.
I'm sick, somebody better get the Dimetapp
Who I gotta shoot just to that I can rap?
ask where 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 and piss on the red carpet
Look, my bank retarded
My card's got a helmet and a harness, hey
Meet but they all are harmless
At shows, my riders the largest
I need four of fried poultry carcass
And red chartered from Charlotte
Look, and if you try to act dumb and shit
I just yell at em like, I'm the
In fact that you know the
If you play sick, we can all get ill
Look: measles, mumps, I made you
I need you chumps, y'all got cheese and I need my chunks
up, so I can go to burn rubber and get some more dunks

[Verse 8: da 5'9"]
Now if attitude determines your latitude
This that we call hip hop, I'm in the attic, fool
A mic and two turntables, fit for the
to a padded room, keep a street sweeper in fact
I call the mag a broom, you seeing beef, seeing
You musta had yourself a bag of shrooms, I make a
Make 'em a fall, my clique is too sick, say goodbye
In the where the stakes is high like Ruth's Chris
I'm the city of true shit
Where the mayor went to jail for being a player right Proof split
Levels the head of competitors Royce
I'm drinking everyday til Hex Murda get his voice back
Ras, I got ya, look scared at ya, from ya
From a away; ask Tricky, I'm that niggie
I'm mo hooder than black
I rap like committing suicide in the booth taking the 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 like I'm swinging golf
I'm with the 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 Kim Kardash in the ass
With a shard of from Nick Hogan's car crash
You may look like the passenger for that, don't be a ass
Yeah, laugh while sit thinking that the hard part passed
You ain't seen til Leatherface flips, mayne
I'll cut ya balls off homie, my saw's off the chain
I chopped the bitch in with it, sawed off her legs
And the top half of the fucking crawled off and sang
I seen shit like that since I went to Mike Jack's
And the Elephant Man's 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 while I fucked him in his buttcrack
Nah, I ain't taking it back, faggot, fuck
I give a fuck about nothing so here's you fucked up at
Don't go touching can, man; you don't wanna open up that
Wait a min, ah, shit...Alchemist, cut