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
Apparently he don't see that he compare to me
Cause he remain silent like T.I.'s security
It's clear to me fuck 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? Then I'm a hot
Coke flow, I spit so much I got Bobby
I'm a off
nigga's a clown y'all
Fifty with him wearin' jheri curls, hoppin' out of clown car
Shows Bozo
No mo', I'm
Time to face the music, I'ma straight up abuse him
He to, diss
But he not what he gettin'
While he's spittin' funny shit, I'm gettin' money
Blllaah!
C'mon I'm a of my environment
He gotta 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 of the Bay that the gay's at
Where the fags migrate and each other AIDS at
They told me you ain't the pistol
So yo, you know to me means you a Frisco dyke
Get you a whoopin' like
You steppin' in another
I wear purple label you just wear The Color
Everything about your lame flow
Everything hoe in color in the rainbow
Sayin' name will get you strangled
Let my nigga rest or I bet you you gon' be sleepin' the angels
I'm fly
You a fly
You lie
You die

Zip 'em up

2]

You showed you ain't got respect as you diss me so sudden
So when you bow it better like you toe touchin'
I'm so fuckin' ridiculous the flow cousin
I pack heat and I will give you the 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 buzzin'
you in, tryin' to eat you before Joe Budden

3]
Budden said the battle was

This shit here embarrassin'
So I'ma use his to merk you
And maybe he'll see that I'll him too
I'm just playin' my 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 is money so I'm wastin' money just makin' this rhyme
It ain't
But I would like to shoot jeweler
Your charm look like some kind of school bus
All you is the "duh" and the drool
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 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 me shoot through bullets out of my sleeve
I'm so fuckin' funny. 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 with
I'm corny. I'm corny. There goes a real fat ? me
It's not corny. He's still here too. But I don't cause, I'm so funny

4]
The streets teach you
I love for The Bay nigga, my people
The problem is, you lyrically my equal
But that balance out I gotta Keak to Sneak you
You be the
Nigga we be the
You never slang 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 only one that got
I got two
it
One
Flabby, Fabby, you
Fucked yo mammie, we cause I'm yo daddy, son
Two
Yeah, pussy you took me
Want a Cause nobody seems to care
So what's the 'bout
Turn your mouth to a Yukmouth
Nut, her out to a slut house
Who got

of Mistah F.A.B.'s diss song]
"Trick your guts and Proof ain't never like you"
"I fuck with real Detroit niggas 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
a spear shootin' at him
Till his body
Look a
I will put crew in boxes
I done put whole crew in
And best he stops cause I will Freddie Foxxx him
Put him out with the or boxing
So about your next move
I will let you choose option
Top ten
Dead or
And I got
You cast your little punk ass stones at me, I throw boulders!
Oh
It's over, that
Nigga this is G's up, I speed up right where you at
Lyrically you

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

If you ever ever 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, a fo' sho' lay up
I'm playin' with a Connect Four player!

It's obvious I hear you loud
I'm clappin' all day like I'm in the crowd
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 ran from a nigga
Then you damn sure probably picked a day to start
Get runnin'!
If you ain't never ran a nigga
Then you damn sure probably a day to start runnin'
Get runnin'!

Chedda Boy & Trick Trick dissing Mistah F.A.B.]