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 this peon, he's scared of me
he don't see that he don't compare to me
Cause he ain't remain like T.I.'s security
It's clear to me he'll fuck up his own
Take your little freestyle and it up your ass
by the "oohs" and "aaahs"
Your foolish pride gonna fuck 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 a clown y'all
Fifty niggas with him jheri curls, hoppin' out of clown car
over Bozo
No mo', I'm
Time to face the music, I'ma straight up abuse him
He to, diss
But he know not what he
While he's spittin' funny shit, I'm gettin' 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
Take
Get shot up a cap gun at a race track (Boom)
probably from the part of the Bay that the gay's at
Where the fags and give each other AIDS at
They me you ain't the pistol type
So yo, you to me that means you a Frisco dyke
Get you a whoopin' Whoopie
You steppin' in another
I wear purple label you just The Color Purple
Everything about your 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 you ain't got respect soon as you diss me so sudden
So you bow it better look like you toe touchin'
I'm so fuckin' ridiculous with the flow
I pack heat and I give you the whole oven
Coke, heroin, flower, fuck it the cupboard
No for this fuckin', I'm so stubborn
I threw the
You it, I'm on the boat buzzin'
Reelin' you in, tryin' to eat you before Joe

3]
Budden said the battle was

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

[circus employee
Step right up! Step up! Let me guess your weight
I just in from San Francisco and boy are my arms tired!
Step right up and me shoot through 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, 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 will teach you
I love for The Bay nigga, Skee my
The problem is, you lyrically my equal
But that don't balance out I gotta Keak to you
You be the
Nigga we be the
You never like 40
You tryin' to be
I eat your soul
My pieces glow cause they
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? Cause nobody to care
So what's the fuss
Turn your mouth to a Yukmouth
Nut, turn her out to a slut
Who got

[Sample of Mistah F.A.B.'s song]
"Trick hates your guts and Proof ain't like you"
"I with real Detroit niggas like Chedda Boys"
[Royce whispering
Ask me

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I got A.K.s, A.R.s, aye
This nigga been dead the eighth bar
But I'm to overkill him
over the silly nigga holdin' a shottie
With a shootin' at him
Till his disappears
a here
I put your 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 or boxing
So about your next move
I will let you choose your
Top ten
or alive
And I got
You your little punk ass stones at me, I throw back boulders!
Oh
It's over, hold
Nigga this is G's up, I speed up right where you at
Lyrically you

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

If you ever ever make it to my city, ask me
luck over
Cause all you tried to do is be
So now you famous nationwide for gettin' 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 cheerin' in the
I'm to catch 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 never ran from a
Then you damn sure picked a day to start runnin'
Get runnin'!
If you ain't ran from a nigga
Then you damn probably picked a day to start runnin'
Get runnin'!

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