Luyện nghe bài hát Zeze (Freestyle)

Ahh,
Joyner!

Yo, nigga's saying, "What a battle"
But you about to see a fucking rattle
Boy, you just a pony with a pink
I'm truly sorry that you stuck inside of Drake's
When are you overcome? (Huh)
When are you level up?
When are you gon' grow foot? (Huh)
When are you gon' show us that you number (When)
And everything that you accomplished in some years to take me just a couple months
Don't you think I'm neither
I thought you were tougher, (Damn)
How you almost to Justin Bieber?
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 screaming
"Tory, we fucking need you"
Why yo' daddy up and leave (Why)
I guess this is how they treat you
And you my puppet, you my Cousin
This ain't what you wanted, been waiting for it
I'm Joyner Lucas, what the fuck you 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 sucker hate me for it
You roll up on me, a shot at ya Mercedes 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 come yo' shit
Little girls and kids only ones who yo' shit
I skipped the on my way to a Grammy
All records soft and sweet, niggas think that you candy
Your niggas really convinced you that you you can scare me
And you got identity issues, niggas you a tranny, really? (Damn)
Tory tell us why you always gotta lie in your (Why)
I know keeping up with can get tiring sometimes
You not a G and deep down you wanna sometimes
at the sunshine and start crying sometimes
Your real name is Daystar, you been to shine
And when you sing you kinda sound like you dying
You make the type of tracks that had me silent inside
take you serious, put all the violence aside
Okay, let's talk about your plagiarism you hate to mention (Yeah)
Or talk about the hate you giving to the greats you
(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 when he a legend (Huh)
Then go bite the style on your record right at the ending
On 4AM Flex 2 minutes and 50
Sound exactly like the Art of Peer Pressure, go take a
You inspired by the niggas you name
Catch fire in the rain, no umbrella to shelter you and no rain
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 the plane drop
Ugly tryna stunt in a tank top
It's no wonder why they to feed yo' ass with a slingshot
You my son, this the last 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 chains and everything I bought you
You a to this family and everything I taught you
I hate to say it son but you make me
I should'a knew you weren't shit when you came out a baby dick
It's no wonder why you pay for
Tory you you slick
All you do is lounge around the all day like a lazy prick
Shit, highly disappointed in you son, I some answers
How you couldn't follow in my steps and be a dancer?
Or maybe a book like me or be somebody's grandpa
Instead you wanna be a fucking rapper with some plugs
No more rapping, me your pen and paper
No more lying to the people on how you the biggest
Now hurry up and get your juicy out the
You to bed at eight o'clock and not a minute later
No, I don't hear it
No, let this be a
Close mouth and go into 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 show and got it lit ya little
And my freestyles killing your nigga
Couldn't name a bitch I get ya little nigga
You a rebound, even Scottie Pippen nigga
You ain't from Toronto, put on the Bible
I put six hollows in Ferragamo
Nigga, you from Brampton, go 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 brought the
I bury all of you little ninja
You Donatello, you soft as
You be gone off that Amaretto
It's hard to tell 'cause you soft as
You fucking midget, I call you
I throw you out a 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 nigga
Ayy nigga
We gonna get one in,
Let's not, not do this back and forth shit no more
I, I think we what's up, you know
Ha ha ha,