Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got Bodied Freestyle

1]
Now I don' told this nigga to shut his
I guess he hearin' me
I'm beyond this peon, scared of me
Apparently he see that he don't compare to me
Cause he ain't remain silent T.I.'s security
It's clear to me fuck up his own cash
your little freestyle and shove it up your ass
by the "oohs" and "aaahs"
Your foolish pride gonna around and put you on the loosin' side
Who got
Nigga, you sick? I'm a hot tattie
Coke flow, I spit so Whitney I got Bobby
I'm a off
This nigga's a clown
niggas with him wearin' jheri curls, hoppin' out of clown car
Shows Bozo
No mo', I'm
Time to face the music, I'ma straight up abuse him
He choose to,
But he know not what he
While he's spittin' shit, I'm gettin' money bitch
Blllaah!
I'm a product of my environment
He ain't gotta try to bring Malcolm out of
He go at me I hit him
that
Get shot up a cap gun at a race track (Boom)
He's probably from the part of the Bay that the at
Where the fags migrate and give each other at
They told me you the pistol type
So yo, you know to me that you a Frisco dyke
Get you a whoopin' like
You steppin' in circle
I wear purple you just wear The Color Purple
Everything about lame flow represents
Everything hoe in color in the rainbow
Sayin' Proof's will get you strangled
Let my nigga rest or I bet you you gon' be sleepin' with the
I'm fly
You a fly
You lie
You die

Zip 'em up

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You showed you ain't got soon as you diss me so sudden
So you bow it better look like you toe touchin'
I'm so fuckin' ridiculous with the cousin
I pack heat and I will give you the oven
Coke, heroin, flower, it the whole cupboard
No publishin' for fuckin', I'm so stubborn
I threw the
You took it, I'm on the boat
you in, tryin' to eat you before Joe Budden

3]
Budden the battle was embarrassin'

This shit here more
So I'ma use his to merk you
And maybe he'll see that I'll him too
I'm playin' my nigga Buddens, you cool
I'm just with you cause I got +Nuttin To Do+
This Fag, he's a waste of my time
And my time is money so I'm wastin' just makin' this rhyme
It ain't
But I like to shoot your jeweler
Your charm look like some of retarded school bus
All you is the "duh" and the drool
The wheelchair, the helmet and the confused
get shook when Malcolm speaks
There a way I can hear you on an Alchemist beat
two doin' an album together
Ooh
Okay, I got a for you
this:

[circus talking]
Step right up! Step right up! Let me your weight
I flew in from San Francisco and boy are my arms tired!
right up and watch me shoot through bullets out of my sleeve
I'm so fuckin' funny. Let's take it to The Bay

Mistah F.A.B. I'm funny. I'm a clown, with no
Every Monday, I get a haircut. To wear a t-shirt and jeans airbrush
I'm corny. I'm corny. There goes a real fat ? me
not corny. He's still here too. But I don't care cause, I'm so funny

4]
The streets will you
I for The Bay nigga, Skee my people
The problem is, you think my equal
But that balance out I gotta Keak to Sneak you
You be the
we be the shit
You slang like 40
You tryin' to be
I eat your soul
My pieces glow they freezin'
These is Keshia Cole
put you in the hospital
You ain't the only one got riddled
I got two
it
One
Flabby, Fabby, you
Fucked yo mammie, we cause I'm yo daddy, son
Two
Yeah, pussy you took me
Want a cookie? Cause nobody seems to
So what's the fuss
Turn your girl's mouth to a
Nut, turn her out to a slut
Who got

[Sample of F.A.B.'s diss song]
"Trick hates guts and Proof ain't never like you"
"I fuck with real Detroit niggas Chedda Boys"
[Royce whispering
Ask me

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I got A.K.s, A.R.s, aye
This nigga dead since the eighth bar
But I'm to overkill him
Standin' over the silly nigga a shottie
a spear shootin' at him
Till his disappears
Look a
I will put crew in boxes
I done put whole crew in
And it's best he cause I will Freddie Foxxx him
Put him out with the or boxing
So think about your next
I will let you choose option
Top ten
or alive
And I got
You cast your little punk ass stones at me, I back boulders!
Oh
over, hold that
Nigga this is G's up, I speed up where you slow at
you Borat

Do anything for a
You that's....annoying
It's sounds that perhaps you me

If you ever make it to my city, ask about me
Your luck
all you tried to do is be famous
So now you famous nationwide for gettin' fucked
Boy pay up
I ball, a fo' sho' lay up
I'm playin' chess with a Four player!

It's obvious I hear you loud
I'm clappin' all day like I'm cheerin' in the
I'm bout to a body
I'm a a mag boy
I'm bout to a body
I'm a a mag boy
kill y'all!
If you ain't ran from a nigga
Then you damn sure picked a day to start runnin'
Get runnin'!
If you ain't never ran a nigga
Then you damn sure probably picked a day to runnin'
Get runnin'!

[Outro: Chedda Boy & Trick dissing Mistah F.A.B.]