Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got Bodied Freestyle

1]
Now I told this nigga to shut his mouth
I he wasn't hearin' me
I'm beyond peon, he's scared of me
he don't see that he don't compare to me
Cause he ain't remain silent T.I.'s security
clear to me he'll fuck up his own cash
Take your freestyle and shove it up your ass
by the "oohs" and "aaahs"
Your foolish pride gonna fuck around and put you on the side
Who got
Nigga, you Then I'm a hot tattie
Coke flow, I spit so much I got Bobby
I'm a off
nigga's a clown y'all
Fifty niggas him wearin' jheri curls, hoppin' out of clown car
Shows Bozo
No mo', I'm
to face the music, I'ma just straight up abuse him
He to, diss
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 Malcolm out of retirement
He go at me I hit him
that
Get up like a cap gun at a race track (Boom)
probably from the part of the Bay that the gay's at
Where the migrate and give each other AIDS at
told me you ain't the pistol type
So yo, you know to me that you a Frisco dyke
Get you a whoopin' Whoopie
You steppin' in another
I wear purple label you wear The Color Purple
about your lame flow represents
Everything hoe in color in the rainbow
Sayin' Proof's name will get you
Let my nigga rest or I bet you you gon' be with the angels
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 when you bow it look like you toe touchin'
I'm so ridiculous with the flow cousin
I pack heat and I will give you the whole
Coke, heroin, flower, it the whole cupboard
No publishin' for fuckin', I'm so stubborn
I the bait
You took it, I'm on the boat
you in, tryin' to eat you before Joe Budden

3]
Budden said the battle was

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

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

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

4]
The streets teach you
I love for The Bay nigga, Skee my
The is, you think lyrically my equal
But don't balance out I gotta Keak to Sneak you
You be the
we be the shit
You never slang 40
You tryin' to be
I will eat soul
My pieces glow they freezin'
hoes is Keshia Cole
I'll put you in the
You the only one that got riddled
I got two
it
One
Flabby, Fabby, you
yo mammie, we family cause I'm yo daddy, son
Two
Yeah, pussy thought you me
Want a cookie? nobody seems to care
So what's the 'bout
Turn your girl's to a Yukmouth
Nut, turn her out to a house
Who got

of Mistah F.A.B.'s diss song]
"Trick hates your guts and Proof never like you"
"I fuck with real niggas like Chedda Boys"
[Royce whispering
Ask me

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

Do for a laugh
You that's....annoying
sounds that perhaps you doubt me

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

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

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