Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got Bodied Freestyle

1]
Now I don' told this nigga to shut his
I he wasn't hearin' me
I'm beyond peon, he's scared of me
Apparently he see that he don't compare to me
Cause he ain't remain silent like T.I.'s
It's clear to me he'll fuck up his own
Take your little freestyle and shove it up ass
by the "oohs" and "aaahs"
Your foolish pride fuck around 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 over
No mo', I'm
to face the music, I'ma just straight up abuse him
He choose to,
But he not what he gettin'
While he's funny shit, I'm gettin' money bitch
Blllaah!
I'm a product 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 track (Boom)
He's probably from the part of the Bay the gay's at
the fags 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 like Whoopie
You steppin' in another
I wear purple you just wear The Color Purple
Everything about your flow represents
Everything hoe in every color in the
Sayin' Proof's name get you strangled
Let my nigga rest or I bet you you gon' be 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 look like you toe touchin'
I'm so fuckin' ridiculous the flow cousin
I pack heat and I give you the whole oven
Coke, heroin, flower, it the whole cupboard
No publishin' for fuckin', I'm so stubborn
I the bait
You it, I'm on the boat buzzin'
Reelin' you in, tryin' to eat you before Joe

3]
Budden said the battle was

This here more embarrassin'
So use his beat to merk you
And maybe he'll see that I'll him too
I'm playin' my nigga Buddens, you cool
I'm just fuckin' with you cause I got To Do+
This Fag, he's a waste of my time
And my time is money so I'm wastin' money just makin' this
It beef
But I would like to shoot your
Your charm look like some kind of retarded bus
All you is the "duh" and the drool
The wheelchair, the and the confused look
Niggas get shook when Malcolm
There ain't a way I can hear you on an beat
two doin' an album together
Ooh
Okay, I got a for you
Loop

[circus employee
Step right up! Step right up! Let me your weight
I just flew in 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 take it to The Bay

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

4]
The streets will you
I for The Bay nigga, Skee my people
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 glow cause they freezin'
These is Keshia 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, pussy you took me
Want a cookie? Cause nobody seems to
So what's the 'bout
Turn your girl's mouth to a
Nut, turn her out to a slut
Who got

[Sample of F.A.B.'s diss song]
"Trick hates your guts and Proof never like you"
"I with real Detroit niggas like Chedda Boys"
whispering throughout]
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' the silly nigga holdin' a shottie
a spear shootin' at him
Till his disappears
Look a
I will put your crew in
I done put crew in boxes
And it's best he cause I will Freddie Foxxx him
Put him out the tools or boxing
So think about your next
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
over, hold that
Nigga this is G's up, I up right where you slow at
Lyrically you

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

If you ever make it to my city, ask about me
luck over
Cause all you to do is be famous
So now you famous nationwide for gettin' fucked
Boy pay up
I ball, this a fo' lay up
I'm playin' chess with a 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 ain't never ran 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.]