Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got Bodied Freestyle

1]
Now I don' told nigga to shut his mouth
I guess he 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 he'll up his own cash
Take your little freestyle and shove it up ass
by the "oohs" and "aaahs"
Your foolish pride gonna 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
Fifty niggas with him wearin' jheri curls, hoppin' out of car
Shows Bozo
No mo', I'm
Time to the music, I'ma just straight up abuse him
He choose to,
But he know not he gettin'
While he's spittin' funny shit, I'm gettin' money
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 race (Boom)
probably from the part of the Bay that the gay's at
Where the fags migrate and give each AIDS at
told me you ain't the pistol type
So yo, you know to me that means you a dyke
Get you a whoopin' Whoopie
You steppin' in circle
I wear purple you just wear The Color Purple
Everything about lame flow represents
Everything hoe in every color in the
Proof's name will get you strangled
Let my nigga rest or I bet you you 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 respect soon as you me so sudden
So when you bow it better look you toe touchin'
I'm so fuckin' ridiculous with the flow
I pack and I will give you the whole oven
Coke, heroin, flower, fuck it the cupboard
No publishin' for this fuckin', I'm so
I threw the
You took it, I'm on the buzzin'
Reelin' you in, tryin' to eat you Joe Budden

3]
Budden said the battle was

This shit more 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+
This Mistah Fag, he's a waste of my
And my is money so I'm wastin' money just makin' this rhyme
It beef
But I would like to shoot your
Your charm look like some kind of school bus
All you missin' is the "duh" and the
The wheelchair, the helmet and the look
Niggas get shook when 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! Step right up! Let me guess your
I just in from San Francisco and boy are my arms 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 wear a t-shirt and jeans airbrush
I'm corny. I'm corny. goes a real fat ? before me
It's not corny. He's still here too. But I don't cause, I'm so funny

4]
The will teach you
I love for The Bay nigga, my people
The problem is, you think my equal
But don't balance out I gotta Keak to Sneak you
You be the
we be the shit
You slang like 40
You tryin' to be
I will eat your
My pieces glow they freezin'
These hoes is Keshia
I'll put you in the
You ain't the only one 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? Cause nobody seems to
So what's the fuss
Turn your girl's to a Yukmouth
Nut, her out to a slut house
Who got

of Mistah F.A.B.'s diss song]
"Trick hates your and Proof ain't never like you"
"I fuck with real Detroit like Chedda Boys"
[Royce throughout]
Ask me

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

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

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

It's obvious I you talkin' 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 catch a
I'm a a mag boy
I'll y'all!
If you ain't ran from a nigga
Then you damn sure probably picked a day to start
Get runnin'!
If you never ran from a nigga
Then you damn sure probably a day to start runnin'
Get runnin'!

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