Luyện nghe bài hát Zeze (Freestyle)

Ahh,
Joyner!

Yo, nigga's saying, "What a battle"
But you about to see a snake rattle
Boy, you just a pony with a saddle
I'm sorry that you stuck inside of Drake's shadow
When are you overcome? (Huh)
When are you gon' up?
When are you gon' another foot? (Huh)
are you gon' show us that you number one? (When)
And everything that you accomplished in some about to take me just a couple months
Don't you think I'm neither
I thought you tougher, eager (Damn)
How you almost signed to Bieber?
You look like a fuckin' (Haha)
Ten years in the game but yo' ass still on the fucking bleachers
Boy, you just diva (Just another diva)
Heard yo' grandmama you out the house screaming
"Tory, we don't need you"
Why yo' up and leave you? (Why)
I this is how they fucking treat you
And you my puppet, you my Skeeter
ain't what you wanted, they been waiting for it
I'm Joyner Lucas, what the fuck you take me for
(What the fuck)
I pull up in a Demon but I kill for it
If you attention Tory you gon' have to pay me for it
All hoes love me but you sucker niggas hate me for it
You up on me, catch a shot at ya Mercedes door
The bullets fly, you recline a La-Z-Boy
All you do is cry, you a child, you my boy
You call yourself after The Notorious Big (Yeah)
Biggie in his grave when he hear yo' shit
Don't ever that you could ever come compare yo' shit
Little girls and only ones who feel yo' shit
I skipped the on my way to a Grammy
All your records soft and sweet, think that you candy
Your niggas really convinced you that you you can scare me
And you got identity issues, think you a tranny, really? (Damn)
Tory tell us why you always gotta lie in rhymes (Why)
I know keeping up with can get tiring sometimes
You not a G and deep you wanna hide sometimes
Staring at the sunshine and start crying
real name is Daystar, you been dying to shine
And when you sing you kinda sound you dying sometimes
You make the type of tracks that had me feelin' inside
Nobody take you serious, put all the violence
Okay, let's talk about your plagiarism that you hate to (Yeah)
Or talk the hate you giving to the greats you dissing
(Let's talk it)
And that writer who wrote yo' shit still ain't get on that "Don't Die" record
You probably go pay the nigga (Yeah, man)
And how the fuck you talk about Kendrick when he a (Huh)
go bite the nigga style on your record right at the ending
On 4AM 2 minutes and 50 seconds
Sound exactly the Art of Peer Pressure, go take a listen
You inspired by the you name dropped
Catch fire in the rain, no to shelter you and no rain drops
I seen you on Flex, I gave props
But then we found out you Don Q shit from the train stop
You thought you were fly 'til the drop
Ugly tryna stunt in a tank top
It's no wonder why used to feed yo' ass with a slingshot
You my son, the last time I'll give you a Ring Pop
Sit down, you on
And get up until you see me
And don't even think about that TV
No more video games, no phone, no more 3D
No more or boombox for your weak ass CD
Matter of fact, me your chains back and everything I bought you
You a disgrace to this family and everything I you
I hate to say it son but you me sick
I should'a you weren't shit when you came out with a baby dick
It's no why you pay for pussy
you think you slick
All you do is lounge around the house all day like a lazy
Shit, highly disappointed in you son, I some answers
How come you follow in my steps and be a dancer?
Or maybe write a book me or be somebody's grandpa
Instead you wanna be a fucking with some hair plugs
No rapping, give me your pen and paper
No more lying to the people on how you the biggest
Now up and get your juicy out the refrigerator
You going to bed at eight o'clock and not a later
No, I wanna hear it
No, let be a lesson
Close your mouth and go into your room I suggested
I'm a get Joe Jackson in a second
Matter of fact, give me your toys, I'm that to the collection
I just did a show and got it lit ya little
And my freestyles your originals nigga
Couldn't name a bitch I get ya little nigga
You a rebound, even Scottie know nigga
You ain't from Toronto, put that on the
I put six in your Ferragamo
Nigga, you Brampton, go spin the bottle
Bitch I'm from New England, me and in the El Dorado
Now come get on my level, I'm as metal
I bomb the ghetto, I the shovel
I bury all of you little ninja
You Donatello, you soft as
You must be off that Amaretto
It's to tell 'cause you soft as pillows
You midget, I call you Elmo
I you out a fucking car window
I step all your Margielas, you caught feelings
Yo' heart spinning, my illing
I'm Bob Dylan, I'm Lennon, I'm authentic
Your running no off limits
Don't talk business, talk, listen
I'm off this so you fuck you fuck! Nigga

What,
Fuck out my face
Ayy look
We gonna get one in,
Let's not, let's not do this back and shit no more
I, I we know what's up, you know
Ha ha ha,