Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got Bodied Freestyle

1]
Now I don' told this to shut his mouth
I he wasn't hearin' me
I'm beyond peon, he's scared of me
Apparently he don't see that he don't to me
he ain't remain silent like T.I.'s security
It's clear to me he'll up his own cash
your little freestyle and shove 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 Whitney I got
I'm a off
nigga's a clown y'all
Fifty niggas with him wearin' 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 know not what he
While spittin' funny shit, I'm gettin' money bitch
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
Take
Get shot up a cap gun at a race track (Boom)
He's probably from the of the Bay that the gay's at
Where the migrate and give each other AIDS at
They told me you ain't the type
So yo, you know to me that you a Frisco dyke
Get you a whoopin' like
You steppin' in circle
I wear purple label you just wear The Color
Everything about lame flow represents
Everything hoe in color in the rainbow
Sayin' Proof's name will get you
Let my nigga or I bet you you gon' be sleepin' with the angels
I'm fly
You a fly
You lie
You die

Zip 'em up

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You you ain't got respect soon as you diss 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 give you the whole oven
Coke, heroin, flower, fuck it the whole
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 was embarrassin'

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 nigga Buddens, you
I'm just fuckin' you cause I got +Nuttin To Do+
This Mistah Fag, he's a of my time
And my time is money so I'm wastin' money just this rhyme
It beef
But I would like to shoot 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
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
Loop

[circus talking]
Step right up! Step right up! Let me guess weight
I just flew in from San and boy are my arms tired!
Step right up and watch me shoot through bullets out of my
I'm so fuckin' funny. Let's take it to The Bay

Mistah F.A.B. I'm funny. I'm a clown, with no
Every Monday, I get a haircut. To a t-shirt and jeans with airbrush
I'm corny. I'm corny. There goes a fat ? before me
It's not corny. He's still here too. But I care cause, I'm so funny

4]
The will teach you
I for The Bay nigga, Skee 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 never slang 40
You to be legit/B-Legit
I will eat soul
My pieces glow cause they
These 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
yo mammie, we family cause I'm yo daddy, son
Two
Yeah, pussy thought you me
Want a cookie? nobody seems to care
So what's the fuss
Turn your girl's mouth to a
Nut, turn her out to a slut
Who got

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

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

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
all you tried to do is be famous
So now you nationwide for gettin' fucked over
Boy pay up
I ball, a fo' sho' lay up
I'm playin' chess a Connect Four 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 to catch a body
I'm a a mag boy
I'll y'all!
If you never ran from a nigga
Then you damn sure probably picked a day to runnin'
Get runnin'!
If you never ran from a nigga
Then you damn sure probably picked a day to runnin'
Get runnin'!

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