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 silent like T.I.'s
clear to me he'll fuck up his own cash
Take your little freestyle and shove it up ass
by the "oohs" and "aaahs"
Your foolish pride gonna fuck around and put you on the loosin'
Who got
Nigga, you sick? I'm a hot tattie
Coke flow, I spit so much I got Bobby
I'm a off
This a clown y'all
Fifty niggas him wearin' jheri curls, hoppin' out of clown car
over Bozo
No mo', I'm
Time to face the music, just straight up abuse him
He choose to,
But he know not he gettin'
While he's spittin' shit, I'm gettin' money bitch
Blllaah!
C'mon I'm a of my environment
He ain't gotta try to bring out of retirement
He go at me I hit him
Take
Get shot up like a cap gun at a race (Boom)
He's from the part of the Bay that the gay's at
Where the migrate and give each other AIDS at
They told me you ain't the pistol
So yo, you know to me that means you a Frisco
Get you a whoopin' like
You steppin' in another
I wear purple you just wear The Color Purple
about your lame flow represents
Everything hoe in every in the rainbow
Sayin' Proof's name 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 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 heat and I will give you the oven
Coke, heroin, flower, fuck it the whole
No publishin' for fuckin', I'm so stubborn
I the bait
You took it, I'm on the boat
Reelin' you in, tryin' to eat you Joe Budden

3]
Budden the battle was embarrassin'

This shit here more
So I'ma use his to merk you
And maybe he'll see I'll merk him too
I'm just my nigga Buddens, you cool
I'm just with you cause I got +Nuttin To Do+
This 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 like to your jeweler
Your charm look like some kind of retarded bus
All you is the "duh" and the drool
The wheelchair, the helmet and the look
Niggas get when Malcolm speaks
There ain't a way I can hear you on an Alchemist
Y'all two doin' an album
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 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, no money
Every Monday, I get a haircut. To a t-shirt and jeans with 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 streets teach you
I love for The Bay nigga, Skee my
The problem is, you think lyrically my
But that balance out I gotta Keak to Sneak you
You be the
we be the shit
You never like 40
You to be legit/B-Legit
I eat your 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
a cookie? Cause nobody seems to care
So what's the fuss
Turn your mouth to a Yukmouth
Nut, her out to a slut house
Who got

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

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I got A.K.s, A.R.s, aye
This nigga been since the eighth bar
But I'm to overkill him
Standin' the silly nigga holdin' a shottie
With a spear at him
his body disappears
Look a
I will put your crew in
I done put whole crew in
And best he stops cause I will Freddie Foxxx him
Put him out with the tools or
So think your next move
I let you choose your option
Top ten
Dead or
And I got
You cast 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
you Borat

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

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

It's I hear you talkin' loud
I'm clappin' all day I'm cheerin' in the crowd
I'm to catch a body
I'm a a mag boy
I'm to catch a body
I'm a a mag boy
I'll y'all!
If you ain't ran from a nigga
Then you damn sure probably a day to start runnin'
Get runnin'!
If you ain't ran from a nigga
Then you damn sure probably a day to start runnin'
Get runnin'!

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