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 saddle
I'm truly sorry that you stuck inside of shadow
When are you overcome? (Huh)
are you gon' level up?
When are you gon' another foot? (Huh)
When are you gon' show us that you one? (When)
And that you accomplished in some years about to take me just a couple months
Don't you think I'm bluffing
I thought you were tougher, (Damn)
How you signed to Justin Bieber?
You look like a beaver (Haha)
Ten years in the game but yo' ass still sittin' on the bleachers
Boy, you just another diva (Just diva)
yo' grandmama kicked you out the house screaming
"Tory, we fucking need you"
Why yo' daddy up and you? (Why)
I this is how they fucking treat you
And you my puppet, you my Skeeter
ain't what you wanted, they been waiting for it
I'm Lucas, what the fuck you niggas take me for
(What the fuck)
I pull up in a Demon but I kill for it
If you want attention Tory you have to pay me for it
All these hoes 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 yourself Tory after The Notorious Big (Yeah)
Biggie turning in his grave he hear yo' shit
Don't ever think that you could come compare yo' shit
Little girls and kids only ones who 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)
tell us why you always gotta lie in your rhymes (Why)
I know keeping up lies can get tiring sometimes
You not a G and deep down you wanna sometimes
Staring at the sunshine and start crying
Your real name is Daystar, you dying to shine
And when you sing you kinda sound like you sometimes
You make the of tracks that had me feelin' silent inside
take you serious, put all the violence aside
Okay, let's talk about your that you hate to mention (Yeah)
Or talk about the hate you giving to the greats you
(Let's about it)
And that who wrote yo' shit still ain't get paid on that "Don't Die" record
You probably go pay the nigga (Yeah, man)
And how the fuck you talk about Kendrick he a legend (Huh)
go bite the nigga style on your record right at the ending
On 4AM 2 minutes and 50 seconds
Sound exactly like the Art of Peer Pressure, go take a
You inspired by the niggas you name
fire in the rain, no umbrella to shelter you and no rain drops
When I you on Flex, I gave props
But then we found out you stole Don Q from the train stop
You you were fly 'til the plane drop
Ugly motherfucker stunt in a tank top
It's no wonder why used to feed yo' ass with a slingshot
You my son, this the last time give you a Ring Pop
Sit down, you on
And get up until you see me
And don't think about touching that TV
No more video games, no phone, no more 3D
No more radio or boombox for your ass CD
Matter of fact, give me chains back 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 knew you weren't shit when you came out with a baby dick
It's no why you pay for pussy
Tory you 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 and be a dancer?
Or write a book like me or be somebody's grandpa
Instead you wanna be a fucking rapper some hair plugs
No rapping, give me your pen and paper
No more lying to the on how you the biggest gangster
Now hurry up and get your out the refrigerator
You going to bed at o'clock and not a minute later
No, I wanna hear it
No, let be a lesson
Close your mouth and go into your like I suggested
I'm a get real Joe 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 killing originals nigga
Couldn't name a bitch I couldn't get ya little
You a rebound, even Scottie Pippen know
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 as metal
I bomb the ghetto, I the shovel
I all of you little ninja turtles
You Donatello, you soft as
You must be off that Amaretto
It's to tell 'cause you soft as pillows
You fucking midget, I call you
I throw you out a fucking car
I all over your Margielas, you caught feelings
Yo' spinning, my bars illing
I'm Bob Dylan, I'm John Lennon, I'm
Your running no off limits
Don't business, don't talk, listen
I'm off this so you this you fuck! Nigga

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