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 just a pony with a saddle
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 foot? (Huh)
When are you gon' show us you number one? (When)
And everything that you accomplished in some about to take me just a couple months
Don't you think I'm 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 still sittin' on the bleachers
Boy, you just diva (Just another diva)
Heard yo' grandmama kicked you out the house
"Tory, we don't need you"
Why yo' up and leave you? (Why)
I guess this is how they treat you
And you my puppet, you my Skeeter
ain't what you wanted, they been waiting for it
I'm Joyner Lucas, what the you niggas take me for
(What the fuck)
I up in a Demon but I kill 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 like a
All you do is cry, you a child, you my boy
You call yourself after The Notorious Big (Yeah)
Biggie turning in his grave when he yo' shit
Don't ever think that you 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 convinced you that you think you can me
And you got identity issues, think you a tranny, really? (Damn)
Tory tell us why you 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
Staring at the sunshine and start sometimes
real name is Daystar, you been dying to shine
And when you you kinda sound like you dying sometimes
You make the of tracks that had me feelin' silent inside
Nobody take you serious, put all the aside
Okay, let's talk about your plagiarism that you hate to (Yeah)
Or talk about the you giving to the greats you dissing
(Let's talk it)
And that writer who wrote yo' shit 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 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 to shelter you and no rain drops
When I seen you on Flex, I gave
But then we found out you Don Q shit from the train stop
You you were fly 'til the plane drop
Ugly motherfucker 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 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 video games, no more phone, no more 3D
No more radio or for your weak ass CD
Matter of fact, give me your chains and everything I bought you
You a disgrace to family and everything I taught you
I to say it son but you make me sick
I should'a knew you weren't shit when you out with a baby dick
It's no why you pay for pussy
you think you slick
All you do is lounge around the house all day like a prick
Shit, highly disappointed in you son, I need answers
How come you follow in my steps and be a dancer?
Or maybe write a like me or be somebody's grandpa
Instead you wanna be a rapper with some hair plugs
No more rapping, give me pen and paper
No more lying to the people on how you the biggest
Now hurry up and get your juicy out the
You going to bed at eight o'clock and not a minute
No, I don't wanna it
No, let be a lesson
your mouth and go into 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 show and got it lit ya nigga
And my freestyles your originals nigga
Couldn't name a bitch I couldn't get ya nigga
You a rebound, even Scottie know nigga
You ain't from Toronto, put on the Bible
I put six hollows in Ferragamo
Nigga, you Brampton, go spin the bottle
Bitch I'm from New England, me and Brady in the El
Now come get on my level, I'm hard as
I bomb the ghetto, I the shovel
I bury all of you little turtles
You Donatello, you as jello
You must be gone off that
hard to tell 'cause you soft as pillows
You midget, I call you Elmo
I throw you out a fucking car
I step all over your Margielas, you caught
Yo' heart spinning, my illing
I'm Bob Dylan, I'm John Lennon, I'm
Your bars no off limits
Don't talk business, talk, listen
I'm off this so you fuck this you fuck!

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