Luyện nghe bài hát Zeze (Freestyle)

Ahh,
Joyner!

Yo, saying, "What a great battle"
But you to see a fucking snake rattle
Boy, you a pony with a pink saddle
I'm sorry that you stuck inside of Drake's shadow
When are you overcome? (Huh)
When are you gon' up?
are you gon' grow another foot? (Huh)
When are you gon' us that you number one? (When)
And everything that you in some years about to take me just a couple months
Don't you I'm bluffing neither
I thought you tougher, eager (Damn)
How you almost signed to Justin
You look like a beaver (Haha)
Ten years in the game but yo' ass sittin' on the fucking bleachers
Boy, you just diva (Just another diva)
Heard yo' grandmama kicked you out the screaming
"Tory, we fucking need you"
Why yo' up and leave you? (Why)
I guess this is how they fucking you
And you my puppet, you my Skeeter
This what you wanted, they been waiting for it
I'm Joyner Lucas, what the fuck you niggas me for
(What the fuck)
I pull up in a Demon but I Satan for it
If you attention Tory you gon' have to pay me for it
All these hoes love me but you niggas hate me for it
You roll up on me, catch a 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 Tory The Notorious Big (Yeah)
Biggie turning in his grave when he hear yo'
Don't think that you could ever come compare yo' shit
girls and kids only ones who feel yo' shit
I the plaques on my way to a Grammy
All records soft and sweet, niggas think that 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 us why you always gotta lie in your rhymes (Why)
I know keeping up with lies can get tiring
You not a G and deep down you hide sometimes
at the sunshine and start crying sometimes
Your real 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 you serious, put all the violence aside
Okay, talk about your plagiarism that you hate to mention (Yeah)
Or talk about the hate you giving to the greats you
(Let's about it)
And that writer who wrote yo' shit still ain't get paid on that "Don't Die"
You should go pay the nigga (Yeah, man)
And how the fuck you about Kendrick when he a legend (Huh)
Then go bite the nigga style on your record right at the
On 4AM 2 minutes and 50 seconds
Sound like the Art of Peer Pressure, go take a listen
You by the niggas you name dropped
Catch in the rain, no umbrella to shelter you and no rain drops
When I you on Flex, I gave props
But then we out you stole Don Q shit from the train stop
You thought you were fly 'til the drop
Ugly motherfucker stunt in a tank top
It's no wonder why used to feed yo' ass with a slingshot
You my son, this the last time I'll you a Ring Pop
Sit down, you on
And don't get up you see me
And don't think about touching that TV
No more games, no more phone, no more 3D
No more radio or boombox for your ass CD
Matter of fact, give me your chains back and everything I you
You a disgrace to this family and I taught you
I to say it son but you make me sick
I knew you weren't shit when you came out with a baby dick
no wonder why you pay for pussy
Tory you you slick
All you do is lounge the house all day like a lazy prick
Shit, highly in you son, I need some answers
How come you couldn't follow in my and be a dancer?
Or maybe write a book me or be somebody's 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 up and get your juicy out the refrigerator
You to bed at eight o'clock and not a minute later
No, I don't wanna it
No, let this be a
Close your mouth and go into your like I suggested
I'm a get real Joe Jackson in a
Matter of fact, give me your toys, I'm adding to the collection
I just did a show and got it lit ya nigga
And my freestyles killing originals nigga
Couldn't name a bitch I couldn't get ya little
You a rebound, even Scottie Pippen nigga
You ain't from Toronto, put on the Bible
I put six hollows in your
Nigga, you from Brampton, go the bottle
Bitch I'm from New England, me and Brady in the El
Now get on my level, I'm hard as metal
I bomb the ghetto, I brought the
I bury all of you little ninja
You Donatello, you soft as
You must be gone off Amaretto
It's hard to 'cause you soft as pillows
You fucking midget, I call you
I throw you out a car window
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
Don't talk business, talk, listen
I'm off this so you this 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 we know what's up, you know
Ha ha ha,