Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got Bodied Freestyle

1]
Now I don' this nigga to shut his mouth
I guess he hearin' me
I'm beyond this peon, he's of me
Apparently he don't see that he don't to me
Cause he ain't remain like T.I.'s security
clear to me he'll fuck up his own cash
Take little freestyle and shove 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
flow, I spit so much Whitney I got Bobby
I'm a off
This nigga's a y'all
Fifty niggas with him jheri curls, hoppin' out of clown car
Shows Bozo
No mo', I'm
Time to face the music, just straight up abuse him
He choose to,
But he know not what he
While he's spittin' shit, I'm gettin' money 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
that
Get up like a cap gun at a race track (Boom)
probably from the part of the Bay that the gay's at
Where the fags migrate and give other AIDS at
They told me you ain't the pistol
So yo, you know to me that you a Frisco dyke
Get you a like Whoopie
You in another circle
I purple label you just wear The Color Purple
Everything about your flow represents
hoe in every color in the rainbow
Sayin' Proof's name 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 the flow cousin
I pack heat and I will give you the 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 Joe Budden

3]
Budden said the battle was

This here more embarrassin'
So use his beat to merk you
And maybe he'll see that 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 just this rhyme
It beef
But I would like to shoot your
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 when Malcolm speaks
There a way I can hear you on an Alchemist beat
two doin' an album together
Ooh
Okay, I got a for you
this:

[circus talking]
Step up! Step right up! Let me guess your weight
I just flew in San Francisco and boy are my arms tired!
right up and watch 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 fat ? before me
It's not corny. still here too. But I don't care 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 that don't balance out I gotta to Sneak you
You be the
we be the shit
You never like 40
You tryin' to be
I eat your soul
My glow cause they freezin'
These is Keshia Cole
put you in the hospital
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, thought you took me
Want a cookie? nobody seems to care
So the fuss 'bout
Turn your girl's to a Yukmouth
Nut, turn her out to a house
Who got

[Sample of Mistah F.A.B.'s diss
"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 tryin' to him
Standin' over the nigga holdin' a shottie
With a spear at him
his body disappears
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 tools or
So about your next move
I let you choose your option
Top ten
or alive
And I got
You cast your little ass stones at me, I throw back boulders!
Oh
It's over, hold
Nigga is G's up, I speed up right where you slow at
you Borat

Do anything for a
You that's....annoying
It's sounds that perhaps you 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 famous nationwide for fucked 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 talkin'
I'm clappin' all day like I'm in the crowd
I'm bout to a body
I'm a a mag boy
I'm bout to a body
I'm a a mag boy
I'll y'all!
If you never ran from a nigga
Then you damn sure probably a day to start 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 Trick Mistah F.A.B.]