Luyện nghe bài hát Zeze (Freestyle)

Ahh,
Joyner!

Yo, nigga's saying, "What a battle"
But you about to see a fucking snake
Boy, you a pony with a pink saddle
I'm truly that you stuck inside of Drake's shadow
When are you gon' (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 think I'm neither
I you were tougher, eager (Damn)
How you almost signed to Justin
You like a fuckin' beaver (Haha)
Ten years in the game but yo' ass still on the fucking bleachers
Boy, you just diva (Just another diva)
yo' grandmama kicked 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
This ain't what you wanted, they been for it
I'm Joyner Lucas, the fuck you niggas take me for
(What the fuck)
I pull up in a Demon but I Satan for it
If you want Tory you gon' have to pay me for it
All these love me but you sucker niggas hate me for it
You roll up on me, a shot at ya Mercedes 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)
turning in his grave when he hear yo' shit
Don't think that you could ever come compare yo' shit
Little girls and kids only ones who feel yo'
I the plaques on my way to a Grammy
All your records soft and sweet, niggas that you candy
Your niggas really convinced you that you you can scare me
And you got issues, niggas think you a tranny, really? (Damn)
tell us why you always gotta lie in your rhymes (Why)
I know up with lies can get tiring sometimes
You not a G and deep down you hide sometimes
Staring at the and start crying sometimes
real name is Daystar, you been dying to shine
And when you you kinda sound like you dying sometimes
You make the type of tracks that had me feelin' inside
take you serious, put all the violence aside
Okay, talk about your plagiarism that you hate to mention (Yeah)
Or talk about the you giving to the greats you dissing
(Let's talk it)
And that writer who wrote yo' shit still ain't get paid on that "Don't Die"
You should probably go pay the (Yeah, man)
And how the fuck you talk about Kendrick when he a (Huh)
Then go bite the nigga style on record right at the ending
On 4AM Flex 2 minutes and 50
exactly 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 from the train stop
You thought you fly 'til the plane drop
motherfucker tryna stunt in a tank top
It's no wonder why they used to feed yo' ass with a
You my son, this the last time I'll give you a Pop
Sit down, you on
And don't get up you see me
And don't even think about that TV
No more video games, no more phone, no 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 and everything I taught you
I hate to say it son but you make me
I should'a you weren't shit when you came out with a baby dick
It's no why you pay for pussy
Tory you think you
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 follow in my steps and be a dancer?
Or maybe a book like me or be somebody's grandpa
Instead you wanna be a fucking rapper some hair plugs
No more rapping, give me 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 eight and not a minute later
No, I don't wanna it
No, let this be a
Close your and go into your room like I suggested
I'm a get Joe Jackson in a second
Matter of fact, me your 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 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 from Brampton, go the bottle
I'm from New England, me and Brady in the El Dorado
Now get on my level, I'm hard as metal
I bomb the ghetto, I the shovel
I bury all of you little turtles
You Donatello, you soft as
You be gone off that Amaretto
It's to tell 'cause you soft as pillows
You fucking midget, I you Elmo
I you out a fucking car window
I all over your Margielas, you caught feelings
Yo' heart spinning, my bars
I'm Bob Dylan, I'm John Lennon, I'm
bars running no off limits
Don't talk business, don't talk,
I'm off this so you fuck you fuck! Nigga

What,
Fuck out my face
Ayy nigga
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,