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 with a pink saddle
I'm truly sorry that you stuck inside of Drake's
are you gon' overcome? (Huh)
When are you level up?
When are you gon' another foot? (Huh)
When are you gon' us that you number one? (When)
And everything you accomplished in some years about to take me just a couple months
Don't you I'm bluffing neither
I you were tougher, eager (Damn)
How you almost signed to Bieber?
You like a fuckin' beaver (Haha)
Ten years in the but yo' ass still sittin' on the fucking bleachers
Boy, you just diva (Just another diva)
yo' grandmama kicked you out the house screaming
"Tory, we fucking need you"
Why yo' daddy up and leave (Why)
I guess this is how they treat you
And you my puppet, you my Cousin
This what 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 attention Tory you gon' to pay me for it
All these hoes me but you sucker niggas hate me for it
You roll up on me, catch a shot at ya door
The bullets fly, you recline like a
All you do is cry, you a child, you my boy
You call yourself after The Notorious Big (Yeah)
Biggie turning in his grave he hear yo' shit
ever think 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, niggas think you candy
Your niggas really convinced you that you you can scare me
And you got identity issues, niggas you a tranny, really? (Damn)
Tory tell us why you always gotta lie in your (Why)
I know up with lies can get tiring sometimes
You not a G and deep down you wanna sometimes
Staring at the sunshine and start crying
Your name is Daystar, you been dying to shine
And when you sing you sound like you dying sometimes
You make the of tracks that had me feelin' silent inside
Nobody take you serious, put all the violence
Okay, let's talk your plagiarism that you hate to mention (Yeah)
Or talk the hate you giving 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 should probably go pay the (Yeah, man)
And how the fuck you talk about Kendrick when he a (Huh)
Then go the nigga style on your record right at the ending
On 4AM Flex 2 and 50 seconds
exactly like the Art of Peer Pressure, go take a listen
You inspired by the you name dropped
Catch fire in the rain, no umbrella to you and no rain drops
When I you on Flex, I gave props
But then we found out you stole Don Q shit from the train
You you were fly 'til the plane drop
Ugly tryna stunt in a tank top
It's no wonder why they used to 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 think about touching that TV
No more video games, no phone, no more 3D
No more radio or for your weak ass CD
Matter of fact, give me chains back and everything I bought you
You a disgrace to this and everything I taught you
I to say it son but you make me sick
I should'a knew you weren't when you came out with a baby dick
It's no wonder why you pay for
Tory you think you
All you do is lounge around the house all day like a lazy
Shit, highly disappointed in you son, I some answers
How you couldn't follow in my steps and be a dancer?
Or maybe write a book like me or be grandpa
Instead you wanna be a fucking rapper with some plugs
No more rapping, give me your pen and
No more lying to the on how you the biggest gangster
Now hurry up and get your out the refrigerator
You going to bed at o'clock and not a minute later
No, I don't hear it
No, let this be a
Close your mouth and go your room like I suggested
I'm a get real Joe Jackson in a
Matter of fact, give me toys, I'm adding that to the collection
I just did a and got it lit ya little nigga
And my freestyles your originals nigga
Couldn't name a bitch I couldn't get ya little
You a rebound, Scottie Pippen know nigga
You from Toronto, put that on the Bible
I put six hollows in your
Nigga, you Brampton, go spin the bottle
I'm from New England, me and Brady in the El Dorado
Now come get on my level, I'm as metal
I the ghetto, I brought the shovel
I all of you little ninja turtles
You Donatello, you as jello
You must be gone off Amaretto
It's hard to tell you soft as pillows
You fucking midget, I you Elmo
I throw you out a fucking car
I all over your Margielas, you caught feelings
Yo' spinning, my bars illing
I'm Bob Dylan, I'm John Lennon, I'm
Your running no off limits
talk business, don't talk, listen
I'm off this so you fuck you fuck! Nigga

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 what's up, you know
Ha ha ha,