Luyện nghe bài hát Who Got Bodied Freestyle

1]
Now I don' this nigga to shut his mouth
I guess he wasn't 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 like T.I.'s security
It's clear to me fuck up his own cash
Take your little freestyle and shove it up ass
by the "oohs" and "aaahs"
Your foolish pride gonna fuck 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 wearin' curls, hoppin' out of clown car
Shows Bozo
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!
I'm a product of my environment
He ain't gotta try to bring out of retirement
He go at me I hit him
that
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 fags migrate and give other AIDS at
They told me you ain't the pistol
So yo, you know to me that you a Frisco dyke
Get you a whoopin' Whoopie
You steppin' in circle
I purple label you just wear The Color Purple
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 got respect soon as you diss me so sudden
So when you bow it look like you toe touchin'
I'm so ridiculous with the flow cousin
I pack heat and I will give you the oven
Coke, heroin, flower, fuck it the cupboard
No for this fuckin', I'm so stubborn
I threw the
You it, I'm on the boat buzzin'
Reelin' you in, tryin' to eat you Joe Budden

3]
Budden said the battle was

This shit here more
So use his beat to merk you
And he'll see that I'll merk him too
I'm playin' my nigga Buddens, you cool
I'm just fuckin' with you I got +Nuttin 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 ain't
But I would like to shoot your
Your charm look some kind of retarded school bus
All you is the "duh" and the drool
The wheelchair, the helmet and the confused
Niggas get shook when Malcolm
There ain't a way I can hear you on an Alchemist
Y'all two an album together
Ooh
Okay, I got a for you
Loop

employee talking]
Step right up! Step right up! Let me your weight
I just flew in from San Francisco and boy are my tired!
Step right up and watch me shoot through out of my sleeve
I'm so funny. Let's 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 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 don't cause, I'm so funny

4]
The will teach you
I love for The Bay nigga, my people
The problem is, you lyrically my equal
But that balance out I gotta Keak to Sneak you
You be the
we be the shit
You never like 40
You tryin' to be
I will eat soul
My pieces cause they freezin'
These hoes is Cole
I'll put you in the
You the only 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 thought you me
a cookie? Cause nobody seems to care
So the fuss 'bout
Turn your mouth to a Yukmouth
Nut, turn her out to a slut
Who got

of Mistah F.A.B.'s diss song]
"Trick hates your guts and Proof ain't like you"
"I fuck with real niggas like Chedda Boys"
whispering 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 nigga a shottie
With a shootin' at him
Till his disappears
a here
I will put your in boxes
I put whole crew in boxes
And it's best he stops cause I will Freddie him
Put him out with the or boxing
So think about your move
I will let you choose your
Top ten
or alive
And I got
You cast your little ass stones at me, I throw back boulders!
Oh
It's over, hold
this is G's up, I speed up right where you slow at
Lyrically you

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

If you ever ever it to my city, ask about me
Your luck
all you tried 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 obvious I hear you talkin'
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 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 picked a day to start
Get runnin'!
If you ain't never ran from a
Then you damn probably picked a day to start runnin'
Get runnin'!

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