Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got Bodied Freestyle

1]
Now I told this nigga to shut his mouth
I he wasn't hearin' me
I'm this peon, he's scared of me
he don't see that he don't compare to me
Cause he ain't remain silent like T.I.'s
It's to me he'll fuck up his own cash
Take your little and shove it up your ass
by the "oohs" and "aaahs"
Your foolish gonna fuck 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
This nigga's a 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 just straight up him
He choose to,
But he know not he gettin'
While he's spittin' funny shit, I'm gettin' money
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
Take
Get shot up a cap gun at a race track (Boom)
He's probably the part of the Bay that the gay's at
Where the fags migrate and give each AIDS at
They told me you ain't the pistol
So yo, you know to me that means you a dyke
Get you a whoopin' like
You steppin' in circle
I wear purple you just wear The Color Purple
Everything about your lame represents
hoe in every color 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

2]

You showed you got respect soon as you diss me so sudden
So you bow it better look 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 publishin' for fuckin', I'm so stubborn
I the bait
You took it, I'm on the boat
Reelin' you in, to eat you before Joe Budden

3]
Budden said the was embarrassin'

This shit here more
So I'ma use his beat to you
And maybe he'll see I'll merk him too
I'm just playin' my nigga Buddens, you
I'm fuckin' with you cause I got +Nuttin To Do+
This Mistah Fag, a waste of my time
And my time is money so I'm wastin' money just makin' this
It ain't
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 confused
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 flew in from San Francisco and boy are my 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 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 slang 40
You to be legit/B-Legit
I will eat your
My pieces glow cause freezin'
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 cause I'm yo daddy, son
Two
Yeah, pussy you took me
a cookie? Cause nobody seems to care
So what's the fuss
Turn your mouth to a Yukmouth
Nut, turn her out to a house
Who got

of Mistah F.A.B.'s diss song]
"Trick hates your and Proof ain't never like you"
"I fuck with real Detroit niggas like Boys"
whispering throughout]
Ask me

5]
I got A.K.s, A.R.s, aye
This nigga been dead the eighth bar
But I'm tryin' to him
Standin' over the silly nigga a shottie
a spear shootin' at him
Till his body
a here
I put your crew in boxes
I done put crew in boxes
And it's best he stops cause I will Freddie 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 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 you slow at
Lyrically you

Do anything for a
You that's....annoying
It's sounds perhaps 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' over
Boy pay up
I ball, this a fo' lay up
I'm playin' chess with a Connect player!

It's obvious I you talkin' loud
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
kill y'all!
If you ain't never ran from a
Then you damn sure picked a day to start runnin'
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.]