Luyện nghe bài hát Zeze (Freestyle)

Ahh,
Joyner!

Yo, saying, "What a great battle"
But you about to see a snake rattle
Boy, you just a pony with a pink
I'm truly that you stuck inside of Drake's shadow
are you gon' overcome? (Huh)
When are you gon' up?
When are you gon' grow another (Huh)
are you gon' show us that you number one? (When)
And everything that you accomplished in some years 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 Justin
You look like a beaver (Haha)
Ten years in the game but yo' ass still sittin' on the fucking
Boy, you just another diva (Just diva)
Heard yo' grandmama kicked you out the house
"Tory, we don't fucking you"
Why yo' daddy up and you? (Why)
I guess this is how fucking treat you
And you my puppet, you my Skeeter
This ain't what you wanted, they waiting for it
I'm Joyner Lucas, what the fuck you niggas me for
(What the fuck)
I pull up in a but I kill Satan for it
If you want attention Tory you have 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 bullets fly, you recline a La-Z-Boy
All you do is cry, you a child, you my boy
You call yourself Tory after The Big (Yeah)
turning in his grave when he hear yo' shit
Don't ever think that you could ever compare yo' shit
Little girls and kids only ones who 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 you can scare me
And you got issues, niggas think you a tranny, really? (Damn)
Tory tell us why you always lie in your rhymes (Why)
I know up with lies can get tiring sometimes
You not a G and deep down you wanna hide
at the sunshine and start crying sometimes
Your name is Daystar, you been dying to shine
And when you you kinda sound like you dying sometimes
You the type of tracks that had me feelin' silent inside
take you serious, put all the violence aside
Okay, let's talk 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 yo' shit still ain't get paid on that "Don't Die" record
You should go pay the nigga (Yeah, man)
And how the fuck you talk about Kendrick he a legend (Huh)
Then go bite the nigga style on your right at the ending
On 4AM 2 minutes and 50 seconds
Sound exactly the Art of Peer Pressure, go take a listen
You inspired by the niggas you name
Catch fire in the rain, no umbrella to shelter you and no rain
I seen you on Flex, I gave props
But then we found out you stole Don Q shit from the stop
You you were fly 'til the plane drop
motherfucker tryna stunt in a tank top
It's no why they used to feed yo' ass with a slingshot
You my son, this the 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 about touching TV
No more video games, no phone, no more 3D
No more radio or boombox for weak ass CD
Matter of fact, give me your back and everything I bought you
You a disgrace to this family and everything I 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 dick
no wonder why you pay for pussy
Tory you think you
All you do is around the house all day like a lazy prick
Shit, disappointed in you son, I need some answers
How come you follow in my steps and be a dancer?
Or maybe write a book like me or be grandpa
Instead you be a fucking rapper with some hair plugs
No more rapping, give me pen and paper
No lying to the people on how you the biggest gangster
Now hurry up and get juicy out the refrigerator
You going to bed at eight o'clock and not a later
No, I wanna hear it
No, let this be a
Close your mouth and go into room like I suggested
I'm a get real Joe Jackson in a
Matter of fact, give me your toys, I'm adding that to the
I just did a show and got it lit ya little
And my freestyles killing your nigga
Couldn't name a bitch I couldn't get ya little
You a rebound, Scottie Pippen know nigga
You ain't Toronto, put that on the Bible
I put six in your Ferragamo
Nigga, you from Brampton, go the bottle
Bitch I'm 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 must be off that Amaretto
It's hard to tell 'cause you soft as
You midget, I call you Elmo
I you out a fucking car window
I step all over Margielas, you caught feelings
Yo' spinning, my bars illing
I'm Bob Dylan, I'm Lennon, I'm authentic
Your bars running no off
Don't talk business, talk, listen
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 think we know up, you know
Ha ha ha,