Luyện nghe bài hát Zeze (Freestyle)

Ahh,
Joyner!

Yo, nigga's saying, "What a 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 gon' (Huh)
are you gon' level up?
When are you grow another foot? (Huh)
When are you gon' show us that you one? (When)
And everything that you accomplished in some years about to take me a couple months
Don't you think I'm bluffing
I thought you were tougher, (Damn)
How you almost signed to Justin
You look like a beaver (Haha)
Ten years in the game but yo' ass still on the fucking bleachers
Boy, you just another (Just another diva)
Heard yo' grandmama kicked you out the screaming
"Tory, we fucking need you"
Why yo' daddy up and leave (Why)
I guess this is how they fucking you
And you my puppet, you my Cousin
This ain't what you wanted, they been for it
I'm Joyner Lucas, what the fuck you niggas me for
(What the fuck)
I pull up in a Demon but I kill for it
If you want attention Tory you gon' to pay me for it
All these love me but you sucker niggas hate me for it
You up on me, catch a shot at ya Mercedes door
The bullets fly, you like a La-Z-Boy
All you do is cry, you a child, you my boy
You call Tory after The Notorious Big (Yeah)
Biggie turning in his grave when he hear yo'
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 and sweet, niggas think that you candy
Your niggas really you that you think you can scare me
And you got issues, niggas think you a tranny, really? (Damn)
Tory tell us why you always gotta lie in rhymes (Why)
I know keeping up lies can get tiring sometimes
You not a G and deep down you wanna hide
Staring at the and start crying sometimes
Your real is Daystar, you been dying to shine
And you sing you kinda sound like you dying sometimes
You make the type of that had me feelin' silent inside
Nobody you serious, put all the violence aside
Okay, let's talk about plagiarism that you hate to mention (Yeah)
Or about the hate you giving to the greats you dissing
(Let's talk it)
And that writer who wrote yo' shit still get paid on that "Don't Die" record
You should probably go pay the (Yeah, man)
And how the you talk about Kendrick when he a legend (Huh)
Then go bite the nigga style on your record right at the
On 4AM Flex 2 and 50 seconds
Sound exactly the Art of Peer Pressure, go take a listen
You inspired by the niggas you 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 Don Q shit from the train stop
You you were fly 'til the plane drop
Ugly motherfucker tryna stunt in a top
It's no wonder why they 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 don't get up you see me
And don't even think touching that TV
No more games, no more phone, no more 3D
No more radio or boombox for weak ass CD
Matter of fact, give me your chains and everything I bought you
You a disgrace to this family and I taught you
I hate to say it son but you me sick
I should'a knew you shit when you came out with a baby dick
no wonder 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 write a book me or be somebody's grandpa
Instead you wanna be a fucking rapper with some 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 o'clock and not a minute later
No, I don't hear it
No, let be a lesson
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 get ya little nigga
You a rebound, even Scottie Pippen nigga
You ain't from Toronto, put that on the
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 get on my level, I'm hard as metal
I the ghetto, I brought the shovel
I bury all of you little ninja
You Donatello, you as jello
You must be gone off that
It's hard to tell 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 illing
I'm Bob Dylan, I'm John Lennon, I'm
Your bars running no off
Don't talk business, don't talk,
I'm off this so you fuck this you fuck!

What,
Fuck out my face
Ayy look
We get one in, pause
Let's not, let's not do this and forth shit no more
I, I we know what's up, you know
Ha ha ha,