Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got Bodied Freestyle

1]
Now I don' told this nigga to his mouth
I he wasn't hearin' me
I'm beyond this peon, he's of me
he don't 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
Take your freestyle and shove it up your ass
by the "oohs" and "aaahs"
Your foolish gonna fuck around and put you on the loosin' side
Who got
Nigga, you Then I'm a hot tattie
flow, I spit so much Whitney 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 over
No mo', I'm
Time to face the music, just straight up abuse him
He choose to,
But he know not he gettin'
While he's spittin' funny shit, I'm gettin' bitch
Blllaah!
C'mon I'm a product of my
He ain't gotta try to Malcolm out of retirement
He go at me I hit him
Take
Get up like a cap gun at a race track (Boom)
He's probably from the part of the Bay that the at
Where the migrate and give each other AIDS at
They told me you ain't the type
So yo, you to me that means you a Frisco dyke
Get you a whoopin' Whoopie
You in another circle
I wear purple label you just The Color Purple
Everything your lame flow represents
hoe in every color in the rainbow
Sayin' Proof's will get you strangled
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

2]

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

3]
Budden the battle was embarrassin'

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

[circus talking]
Step right up! right up! Let me guess your weight
I just flew in San Francisco and boy are my arms tired!
Step right up and watch me shoot through bullets out of my
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 and jeans with airbrush
I'm corny. I'm corny. There goes a fat ? before me
It's not corny. He's here too. But I don't care cause, I'm so funny

4]
The will teach you
I for The Bay nigga, Skee my people
The problem is, you think lyrically my
But that don't out I gotta Keak to Sneak you
You be the
Nigga we be the
You never slang 40
You to be legit/B-Legit
I will eat soul
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
yo mammie, we family cause I'm yo daddy, son
Two
Yeah, thought you took me
Want a cookie? Cause nobody seems to
So the fuss 'bout
Turn girl's mouth to a Yukmouth
Nut, turn her out to a house
Who got

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

5]
I got A.K.s, A.R.s, aye
This nigga been dead the eighth bar
But I'm tryin' to him
over the silly nigga holdin' a shottie
With a shootin' at him
Till his body
Look a
I will put your crew in
I put whole crew in boxes
And it's best he cause I will Freddie Foxxx him
Put him out the tools or boxing
So think your next move
I will let you choose your
Top ten
or alive
And I got
You cast your punk ass stones at me, I throw back boulders!
Oh
It's over, hold
Nigga this is G's up, I speed up where you slow at
Lyrically you

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

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

It's obvious I hear you talkin'
I'm clappin' all day I'm cheerin' in the crowd
I'm to catch 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 never ran from a nigga
Then you sure probably 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 start
Get runnin'!

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