Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got Bodied Freestyle

1]
Now I don' told nigga to shut his mouth
I he wasn't hearin' me
I'm beyond this peon, scared of me
Apparently he don't see that he don't to me
Cause he ain't remain like T.I.'s security
It's clear to me he'll up his own cash
Take your little freestyle and 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 much Whitney I got
I'm a off
nigga's a clown y'all
Fifty niggas with him wearin' jheri curls, 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 not what he gettin'
he's spittin' funny shit, I'm gettin' money bitch
Blllaah!
C'mon I'm a of my environment
He ain't try to bring Malcolm out of retirement
He go at me I hit him
that
Get shot up like a cap gun at a 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 ain't the pistol
So yo, you know to me that you a Frisco dyke
Get you a whoopin' like
You steppin' in circle
I purple label you just wear The Color Purple
Everything about your flow represents
Everything hoe in every in the rainbow
Sayin' Proof's name will get you
Let my rest 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 showed you ain't got soon as you diss me so sudden
So when you bow it better look you toe touchin'
I'm so fuckin' ridiculous with the cousin
I pack and I will give you the whole oven
Coke, heroin, flower, fuck it the whole
No for this fuckin', I'm so stubborn
I threw the
You took it, I'm on the buzzin'
Reelin' you in, tryin' to eat you before Joe

3]
Budden said the battle was

This shit here more
So use his beat to merk you
And maybe see that I'll merk him too
I'm playin' my nigga Buddens, you cool
I'm just fuckin' with you cause I got To Do+
Mistah Fag, he's a waste of my time
And my time is money so I'm wastin' money just makin' rhyme
It ain't
But I like to shoot your jeweler
Your charm look like some kind of retarded bus
All you missin' is the "duh" and the
The wheelchair, the and the confused look
Niggas get shook when Malcolm
ain't a way I can hear you on an Alchemist beat
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 your
I just flew in San Francisco and boy are my arms tired!
Step right up and watch me shoot through 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, with no
Every Monday, I get a haircut. To wear a t-shirt and jeans airbrush
I'm corny. I'm corny. goes a real fat ? before me
not corny. He's 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 that don't balance out I Keak to Sneak you
You be the
Nigga we be the
You slang like 40
You tryin' to be
I will eat soul
My pieces glow cause they
These hoes is Cole
put you in the hospital
You ain't the one that got riddled
I got two
it
One
Flabby, Fabby, you
Fucked yo mammie, we family I'm yo daddy, son
Two
Yeah, thought you took me
Want a cookie? Cause nobody seems to
So the fuss 'bout
your girl's mouth to a Yukmouth
Nut, turn her out to a house
Who got

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

5]
I got A.K.s, A.R.s, aye
This nigga been dead since the bar
But I'm tryin' to him
Standin' over the silly holdin' a shottie
With a spear at him
Till his disappears
Look a
I will put your crew in
I put whole crew in boxes
And it's he stops cause I will Freddie Foxxx him
Put him out with the or boxing
So think about your move
I will let you choose your
Top ten
Dead or
And I got
You cast your punk ass stones at me, I throw back boulders!
Oh
over, hold that
Nigga this is G's up, I speed up right you slow at
you Borat

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

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

It's obvious I hear you talkin'
I'm clappin' all day like I'm cheerin' in the
I'm bout to catch a
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 probably picked a day to runnin'
Get runnin'!
If you ain't never ran from a
Then you damn probably picked a day to start runnin'
Get runnin'!

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