Luyện nghe bài hát Zeze (Freestyle)

Ahh,
Joyner!

Yo, nigga's saying, "What a battle"
But you about to see a fucking rattle
Boy, you just a pony a pink saddle
I'm truly sorry that you stuck of Drake's shadow
are you gon' overcome? (Huh)
When are you gon' up?
When are you grow another foot? (Huh)
When are you gon' show us that you one? (When)
And everything that you accomplished in years about to take me just a couple months
Don't you think I'm bluffing
I thought you were tougher, (Damn)
How you almost to Justin Bieber?
You like a fuckin' beaver (Haha)
Ten years in the game but yo' ass still on the fucking bleachers
Boy, you just another diva (Just diva)
yo' grandmama kicked you out the house screaming
"Tory, we don't fucking you"
Why yo' up and leave you? (Why)
I guess this is how they treat you
And you my puppet, you my Cousin
This ain't what you wanted, they waiting for it
I'm Joyner Lucas, the fuck you niggas take me for
(What the fuck)
I up in a Demon but I kill Satan for it
If you want attention Tory you gon' to pay me for it
All these hoes love me but you sucker hate me for it
You roll up on me, catch a shot at ya door
The fly, you recline 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 when he hear yo' shit
Don't ever think you could ever come compare yo' shit
Little girls and kids ones who feel yo' shit
I skipped the plaques on my way to a
All records soft and sweet, niggas think that you candy
Your niggas really convinced you that you think you can 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 lies can get tiring
You not a G and deep down you wanna sometimes
Staring at the sunshine and start sometimes
Your name is Daystar, you been dying to shine
And when you sing you kinda like you dying sometimes
You make the type of tracks had me feelin' silent inside
take you serious, put all the violence aside
Okay, talk about your plagiarism that you hate to mention (Yeah)
Or talk about the hate you to the greats you dissing
(Let's about it)
And that writer who wrote yo' shit still ain't get paid on "Don't Die" record
You should go pay the nigga (Yeah, man)
And how the you talk about Kendrick when he a legend (Huh)
Then go the nigga style on your record right at the ending
On 4AM Flex 2 and 50 seconds
Sound exactly like the Art of Peer Pressure, go take a
You by the niggas you name dropped
Catch fire in the rain, no umbrella to shelter you and no drops
When I you on Flex, I gave props
But then we found out you stole Don Q from the train stop
You thought you were fly 'til the drop
motherfucker 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 about touching that TV
No video 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 I bought you
You a disgrace to family and everything I taught you
I hate to say it son but you me sick
I should'a knew you weren't shit when you came out with a baby
It's no wonder why you pay for
you think you slick
All you do is lounge around the all day like a lazy prick
Shit, highly in you son, I need some answers
How come you couldn't follow in my steps and be a
Or write a book like 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 to the people on how you the biggest gangster
Now hurry up and get juicy out the refrigerator
You going to bed at o'clock and not a minute later
No, I don't wanna 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 your toys, I'm that to the collection
I just did a and got it lit ya little nigga
And my freestyles killing originals nigga
Couldn't name a bitch I couldn't get ya nigga
You a rebound, even Pippen know nigga
You ain't from Toronto, put that on the
I put six hollows in Ferragamo
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 hard as
I bomb the ghetto, I brought the
I bury all of you little turtles
You Donatello, you as jello
You must be off that Amaretto
It's hard to tell 'cause you soft as
You fucking midget, I you Elmo
I you out a fucking car window
I step all over your Margielas, you feelings
Yo' spinning, my bars illing
I'm Bob Dylan, I'm Lennon, I'm authentic
bars running 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 nigga
We get one in, pause
Let's not, let's not do back and forth shit no more
I, I think we know what's up, you
Ha ha ha,