Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got Bodied Freestyle

1]
Now I don' told this nigga to his mouth
I he wasn't hearin' me
I'm beyond this peon, scared of me
Apparently he don't see that he compare to me
Cause he remain silent like T.I.'s security
It's clear to me fuck up his own cash
Take your little and shove it up your ass
by the "oohs" and "aaahs"
Your foolish pride gonna fuck around and put you on the side
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 with him wearin' jheri curls, hoppin' out of car
Shows over
No mo', I'm
Time to face the music, I'ma just up abuse him
He choose to,
But he not what he gettin'
While spittin' funny shit, I'm gettin' money bitch
Blllaah!
C'mon I'm a product of my
He gotta 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 the part of the Bay that the gay's at
Where the migrate and give each other AIDS at
They me you ain't the pistol type
So yo, you know to me that means you a Frisco
Get you a whoopin' Whoopie
You in another circle
I wear purple label you just wear The Color
about your lame flow represents
Everything hoe in every in the rainbow
Sayin' Proof's will get you strangled
Let my rest or I bet you you gon' 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 diss me so
So you bow it better look like you toe touchin'
I'm so fuckin' ridiculous with the flow
I heat and I will give you the whole oven
Coke, heroin, flower, fuck it the cupboard
No for this 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 more embarrassin'
So use his beat to merk you
And maybe he'll see I'll merk him too
I'm just playin' my nigga Buddens, you
I'm just fuckin' you cause I got +Nuttin To Do+
Mistah 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 shoot jeweler
Your charm like some kind of retarded school bus
All you missin' is the "duh" and the
The wheelchair, the helmet and the look
Niggas get shook Malcolm speaks
ain't a way I can hear you on an Alchemist beat
Y'all two 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 from San and boy are my arms tired!
Step 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 a real fat ? before me
not corny. He's 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 is, you think lyrically my equal
But that don't out I gotta Keak to Sneak you
You be the
we be the shit
You slang like 40
You tryin' to be
I will eat your
My pieces glow cause they
These hoes is 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, pussy you took me
Want a cookie? Cause nobody seems to
So what's the 'bout
Turn girl's 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 real Detroit niggas like Chedda Boys"
[Royce throughout]
Ask me

5]
I got A.K.s, A.R.s, aye
This nigga been since the eighth bar
But I'm to overkill him
Standin' over the silly holdin' a shottie
With a spear at him
Till his disappears
Look a
I will put your crew in
I done put crew in boxes
And it's best he stops cause I will Foxxx him
Put him out with the tools or
So think about next move
I will let you choose your
Top ten
or alive
And I got
You your little punk ass stones at me, I throw back boulders!
Oh
It's over, that
Nigga is G's up, I speed up right where you slow at
Lyrically you

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

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

It's obvious I you talkin' loud
I'm clappin' all day like I'm in the crowd
I'm bout to catch a
I'm a a mag boy
I'm bout to catch a
I'm a a mag boy
kill y'all!
If you ain't ran from a nigga
Then you damn sure probably picked a day to runnin'
Get runnin'!
If you ain't ran from a nigga
Then you damn sure probably a day to start runnin'
Get runnin'!

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