Luyện nghe bài hát Zeze (Freestyle)

Ahh,
Joyner!

Yo, saying, "What a great battle"
But you about to see a fucking snake
Boy, you just a pony with a pink
I'm truly sorry that you stuck inside of Drake's
are you gon' overcome? (Huh)
When are you gon' up?
When are you gon' grow foot? (Huh)
When are you gon' show us that you number (When)
And everything that you accomplished in some years about to take me just a couple
Don't you think I'm bluffing
I you were tougher, eager (Damn)
How you almost to Justin Bieber?
You like a fuckin' beaver (Haha)
Ten years in the game but yo' ass still sittin' on the bleachers
Boy, you just another diva (Just diva)
Heard yo' grandmama kicked you out the screaming
"Tory, we don't need you"
Why yo' up and leave you? (Why)
I guess this is how fucking treat you
And you my puppet, you my Cousin
This ain't you wanted, they been waiting for it
I'm Joyner Lucas, what the you niggas take me for
(What the fuck)
I pull up in a but I kill Satan for it
If you want Tory you gon' have to pay me for it
All these hoes love me but you sucker niggas me for it
You roll up on me, catch a shot at ya door
The bullets fly, you like a La-Z-Boy
All you do is cry, you a child, you my boy
You yourself Tory after The Notorious Big (Yeah)
Biggie turning in his grave when he yo' shit
Don't ever think that you could ever come yo' shit
girls and kids only ones who feel yo' shit
I skipped the on my way to a Grammy
All your soft and sweet, niggas think that you candy
Your niggas really you that you think you can scare me
And you got identity issues, niggas 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 down you wanna hide
Staring at the sunshine and start sometimes
Your real name is Daystar, you dying to shine
And you sing you kinda sound like you dying sometimes
You make the type of tracks that had me feelin' inside
Nobody take you serious, put all the aside
Okay, let's talk about plagiarism that you hate to mention (Yeah)
Or talk about the hate you to the greats you dissing
(Let's talk it)
And that who wrote yo' shit still ain't get paid on that "Don't Die" record
You probably go pay the nigga (Yeah, man)
And how the fuck you talk about when he a legend (Huh)
go bite the nigga style on your record right at the ending
On 4AM Flex 2 and 50 seconds
Sound like the Art of Peer Pressure, go take a listen
You by the niggas you name dropped
Catch fire in the rain, no umbrella to shelter you and no drops
When I seen you on Flex, I gave
But then we found out you stole Don Q shit from the train
You thought you fly 'til the plane drop
Ugly motherfucker tryna stunt in a top
It's no wonder why used to feed yo' ass with a slingshot
You my son, this the last time I'll give you a Pop
Sit down, you on
And get up until you see me
And don't even think about touching TV
No more games, no more phone, no more 3D
No more or boombox for your weak ass CD
Matter of fact, give me your chains back and I bought you
You a to this family and everything I taught you
I hate to say it son but you make me
I should'a knew you weren't shit you came out with a baby dick
no wonder why you pay for pussy
Tory you you slick
All you do is lounge around the house all day like a prick
Shit, highly disappointed in you son, I need answers
How come you couldn't follow in my and be a dancer?
Or maybe write a like me or be somebody's grandpa
Instead you be a fucking rapper with some hair plugs
No rapping, give me your pen and paper
No more to the people on how you the biggest gangster
Now up and get your juicy out the refrigerator
You going to bed at eight o'clock and not a later
No, I don't hear it
No, let be a lesson
Close mouth and go into your room like I suggested
I'm a get real Joe in a second
Matter of fact, me your toys, I'm adding that to the collection
I did a show and got it lit ya little nigga
And my freestyles killing your originals
Couldn't name a I couldn't get ya little nigga
You a rebound, even Scottie know nigga
You from Toronto, put that on the Bible
I put six in your Ferragamo
Nigga, you Brampton, go spin the bottle
Bitch I'm from New England, me and Brady in the El
Now come get on my level, I'm hard as
I bomb the ghetto, I the shovel
I bury all of you little turtles
You Donatello, you as jello
You must be gone off Amaretto
It's hard to tell 'cause you as pillows
You midget, I call you Elmo
I you out a fucking car window
I step all over Margielas, you caught feelings
Yo' heart spinning, my bars
I'm Bob Dylan, I'm John Lennon, I'm
Your bars no off limits
Don't talk business, don't talk,
I'm off this so you fuck this you fuck!

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