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 this peon, he's scared of me
Apparently he see that he don't compare to me
he ain't remain silent like T.I.'s security
It's clear to me fuck up his own cash
Take your little freestyle and shove it up ass
by the "oohs" and "aaahs"
Your pride gonna fuck around and put you on the loosin' side
Who got
Nigga, you sick? Then I'm a hot
Coke flow, I spit so much I got Bobby
I'm a off
This nigga's a y'all
niggas with him wearin' jheri curls, hoppin' out of clown car
Shows Bozo
No mo', I'm
Time to face the music, just straight up abuse him
He choose to,
But he know not what he
While he's spittin' funny shit, I'm gettin' money
Blllaah!
C'mon I'm a product of my
He ain't gotta try to bring Malcolm out of
He go at me I hit him
that
Get shot up like a cap gun at a track (Boom)
probably from the part of the Bay that the gay's at
Where the fags migrate and give other AIDS at
told me you ain't the pistol type
So yo, you know to me that means you a Frisco
Get you a whoopin' Whoopie
You steppin' in another
I wear purple label you just wear The Color
Everything about your flow represents
Everything hoe in every color in the
Sayin' name will get you strangled
Let my nigga or I bet you you gon' be sleepin' with the angels
I'm fly
You a fly
You lie
You die

Zip 'em up

2]

You you ain't got respect soon as you diss me so sudden
So when you bow it look like you toe touchin'
I'm so fuckin' ridiculous with the flow
I pack heat and I will you the whole oven
Coke, heroin, flower, fuck it the cupboard
No for this 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 I'ma use his beat to you
And he'll see that I'll merk him too
I'm just playin' my Buddens, you cool
I'm just with you cause I got +Nuttin To Do+
This Mistah Fag, he's a of my time
And my time is money so I'm wastin' money just makin' this
It ain't
But I would like to shoot your
Your charm look some kind of retarded school bus
All you missin' is the "duh" and the
The wheelchair, the helmet and the confused
Niggas get when Malcolm speaks
There ain't a way I can hear you on an Alchemist
Y'all two doin' an album
Ooh
Okay, I got a for you
this:

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

Mistah F.A.B. I'm funny. I'm a clown, no money
Every Monday, I get a haircut. To a t-shirt and jeans with airbrush
I'm corny. I'm corny. There goes a fat ? before me
It's not corny. He's still 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 lyrically my equal
But that don't balance out I Keak to Sneak you
You be the
Nigga we be the
You never like 40
You tryin' to be
I will eat your
My pieces glow cause freezin'
hoes is Keshia Cole
I'll put you in the
You ain't the one that got riddled
I got two
it
One
Flabby, Fabby, you
Fucked yo mammie, we 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 mouth to a Yukmouth
Nut, turn her out to a slut
Who got

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

5]
I got A.K.s, A.R.s, aye
nigga been dead since the eighth bar
But I'm tryin' to him
over the silly nigga holdin' a shottie
With a shootin' at him
Till his disappears
Look a
I will put your crew in
I done put whole in boxes
And it's best he stops cause I will Freddie him
Put him out with the or boxing
So think about next move
I let you choose your option
Top ten
or alive
And I got
You cast little punk ass stones at me, I throw back boulders!
Oh
It's over, 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 perhaps you doubt 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, this a fo' lay up
I'm playin' with a Connect Four player!

It's obvious I you talkin' loud
I'm all day like I'm cheerin' 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
kill y'all!
If you never ran from a nigga
Then you damn probably picked a day to start runnin'
Get runnin'!
If you never ran from a nigga
you damn sure probably picked a day to start runnin'
Get runnin'!

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