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, we gon' speak fo
If it no lead, then it ain't no beef, bro
You better get a leash cause freak ho
Specialize in like she Home Depot
I'm like Chico DeBarge, we
Roscoe P. in these bars, man
Amtrak, I'll break her back, man
Ralph Lauren, this ain't no damn Chaps
It's all Polo; I'm so pro
You El Pollo Loco
Talking bout and this ain't no photo
Asking bout rings the ho know Frodo
You better get out of my house and
I think I up in my mouth a bit, I'm sick

2: Royce da 5'9"]
Niggas be lying, talking 'bout that, a heater
Once I see him, more like Justin Bieber
my rivals underground like Skyzoo's, how I do
I have her in the street and bleeding
Butt naked with a bullet in his head like Erykah Badu
I find irony in being in a
Where I'm wearing Gucci, mayne; White boy wasted
I tell a nigga, break or take lead
I'm tryna get rid of this weight like
Me and Denaun got a gangsta
We like that 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 diss you
If you packing a Mac with back of the Ac
Or perhaps you can't my spectacular vernacular
You still rhyming bottles models, college for knowledge
Using the swagger, you're probably garbage
You thugs funny, 5'9" to anybody
You comparing Superman to Bunny

3: Eminem]
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 right through the side of my high
disciple with a sniper rifle and a knife and a white diaper
Liable to shit on you I snipe you
So dope he gets off opiates, an appropriate
Way to start off his day; he may 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 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, crucifixes won't do the
He's so sick, it's sawed the crazy part off his brain
He's still insane, there bloodstains on his carpet, mane
There's some crazy shit going on in apartment again

[Verse 4: Mr.
Okay, it's back to the blocks, yay like the old days
Superman on the beat, I carry my whole
You wooden to a house: you can't hold weight
Oh shit, it's O'Shea Jackson!
A little bit of this twisted out with in it
Mr. Porter back with anthrax like sent him
Bitch, I'm all I drive the girls crazy
They gotta at Rorschachs to get they thoughts back
I a small fry, small 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, mane: Eli 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 have you rewinding it four or five
That landmine rhyme written porcupine line
Step up in with the Slaughterhouse
C.O.B. Gang will approach you and ya gun barrel to a Horseshoe
fuck 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 Stevie's
I'm sick, I got the Desert flu
I'm rich, lil' nigga, we don't a cent, we Teflon
The doctor tried to take blood, the bent, ask mom
my mind if you can imagine
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

[Verse 6:
Newsflash, I'm still trashed, them pills shoulda my ass
But they didn't, they 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
need to invent somewhere new to send me
As sick as I'm getting, they'll stick me in a conventional
a rotisserie setting and won't even notice me sweating
Shit, I done made a verse, some foul shit
Tryna go back fix it, fucked around and made it worse
Yeah, I'm back, looking no worse for wear, got haters
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, a dysfunctional pair
So stop like a punk, get a pair
a pill and fall the fuck out, spill ya lunch in the chair

[Verse 7: Mr.
Look I'm sick, somebody get the Dimetapp
Who I gotta shoot just to that I can rap?
People ask my shine is at
I say check the notes, I done done all kinda crap
I am so of a star, bitch
I can fart and piss on the red carpet
Look, my bank account's
My card's got a helmet and a harness, hey
Meet demands but they all are
At shows, my riders the largest
I need pounds of fried poultry carcass
And red chartered from Charlotte
Look, and if you try to act dumb and start
I yell at em like, I'm the artist
In that you know the deal
If you play sick, we can all get ill
measles, mumps, I made you bitches
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 your attitude determines latitude
This that we call hip hop, I'm in the attic, fool
A mic and two turntables, fit for the
Converted to a padded room, keep a street in fact
I call the mag a broom, you beef, seeing things
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 to jail for being a player right after Proof split
Levels the head of competitors Royce
I'm drinking everyday til Hex Murda get his regular back
Ras, I got ya, scared at ya, blast from ya
From a block away; ask Tricky, I'm that
I'm mo than black dickies
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 weenie off, put your body chalk
I'm squeezing the nine iron I'm swinging 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 dash just to slash Kim Kardash in the ass
With a shard of glass from Nick Hogan's car
You may look like the passenger for that, be a smart ass
Yeah, laugh while sit there 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 the bitch in half with it, sawed off her legs
And the top half of the torso crawled off and sang
I ain't seen like that since 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 sucked it and my nutsack
Gave him a reach-around while I him right in his buttcrack
Nah, I ain't it back, faggot, fuck that
I give a fuck about nothing so here's you fucked up at
Don't go that can, man; you don't wanna open up that
a min, ah, shit...Alchemist, cut that