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 that you stuck inside of Drake's shadow
When are you gon' (Huh)
are you gon' level up?
When are you gon' grow another (Huh)
When are you gon' show us that you number (When)
And that you accomplished in some years about to take me just a couple months
you think I'm bluffing neither
I thought you tougher, eager (Damn)
How you almost signed to Justin
You like a fuckin' beaver (Haha)
Ten years in the game but yo' ass sittin' on the fucking bleachers
Boy, you just diva (Just another diva)
yo' grandmama kicked you out the house screaming
"Tory, we fucking need you"
Why yo' daddy up and you? (Why)
I guess this is how they fucking you
And you my puppet, you my Skeeter
This ain't what you wanted, 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 Satan for it
If you want attention you gon' 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 at ya Mercedes door
The fly, you recline like a La-Z-Boy
All you do is cry, you a child, you my boy
You call yourself Tory The Notorious Big (Yeah)
Biggie turning in his when he hear yo' shit
Don't ever think that you could ever come yo' shit
Little girls and only ones who feel yo' shit
I skipped the on my way to a Grammy
All your records soft and sweet, niggas think you candy
Your really convinced you that you think you can scare me
And you got identity issues, niggas you a tranny, really? (Damn)
Tory tell us why you always gotta lie in rhymes (Why)
I keeping up with lies can get tiring sometimes
You not a G and deep down you hide sometimes
at the sunshine and start crying sometimes
Your real name is Daystar, you been dying to
And when you sing you kinda sound you dying sometimes
You make the type of tracks had me feelin' silent inside
Nobody take you serious, put all the aside
Okay, let's about your plagiarism that you hate to mention (Yeah)
Or talk about the hate you 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 and 50 seconds
Sound like the Art of Peer Pressure, go take a listen
You inspired by the niggas you name
fire in the rain, no umbrella to shelter you and no rain drops
When I seen you on Flex, I props
But then we out you stole Don Q shit from the train stop
You thought you were fly 'til the drop
Ugly motherfucker stunt in a tank top
It's no wonder why they used to yo' ass with a slingshot
You my son, this the time I'll give you a Ring Pop
Sit down, you on
And get up until you see me
And don't even about touching that TV
No more games, no more phone, no more 3D
No more or boombox for your weak ass CD
Matter of fact, give me your 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 should'a knew you weren't shit when you out with a baby dick
It's no wonder why you pay for
you think you slick
All you do is lounge around the all day like a lazy prick
Shit, highly disappointed in you son, I need some
How you couldn't follow in my steps and be a dancer?
Or maybe write a book like me or be somebody's
Instead you wanna be a fucking rapper with hair plugs
No more rapping, give me your pen and
No more to the people on how you the biggest gangster
Now up and get your juicy out the refrigerator
You to bed at eight o'clock and not a minute later
No, I wanna hear it
No, let be a lesson
Close your mouth and go into your room I suggested
I'm a get real Joe in a second
Matter of fact, give me toys, I'm adding that to the collection
I just did a show and got it lit ya nigga
And my killing your originals nigga
Couldn't name a bitch I get ya little nigga
You a rebound, even Scottie Pippen nigga
You ain't Toronto, put that on the Bible
I put six hollows in your
Nigga, you from Brampton, go spin the
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 as jello
You must be gone off that
It's to tell 'cause you soft as pillows
You midget, I call you Elmo
I throw you out a car window
I step all your Margielas, you caught feelings
Yo' heart spinning, my bars
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 you fuck! Nigga

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