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 with a pink saddle
I'm truly that you stuck inside of Drake's shadow
When are you overcome? (Huh)
When are you level up?
are you gon' grow another foot? (Huh)
When are you gon' show us that you one? (When)
And everything that you accomplished in some years about to take me a couple months
you think I'm bluffing neither
I thought you were tougher, (Damn)
How you almost signed to Bieber?
You like a fuckin' 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 you out the house screaming
"Tory, we don't need you"
Why yo' up and leave you? (Why)
I this is how they fucking treat you
And you my puppet, you my Skeeter
This ain't what you wanted, they 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 me but you sucker niggas hate me for it
You up on me, catch a shot at ya Mercedes door
The bullets fly, you recline like a
All you do is cry, you a child, you my boy
You call Tory after The Notorious Big (Yeah)
turning in his grave when he hear yo' shit
Don't ever think that you could ever compare yo' shit
girls and kids only ones who feel yo' shit
I the plaques 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 us why you always gotta lie in your rhymes (Why)
I know up with lies can get tiring sometimes
You not a G and deep down you hide sometimes
Staring at the and start crying sometimes
Your real name is Daystar, you been dying to
And when you sing you kinda sound like you sometimes
You the type of tracks that had me feelin' silent inside
Nobody take you serious, put all the violence
Okay, let's talk about your plagiarism that you to mention (Yeah)
Or talk about the hate you giving to the 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 when he a legend (Huh)
Then go bite the style on your record right at the ending
On 4AM Flex 2 and 50 seconds
exactly like the Art of Peer Pressure, go take a listen
You inspired by the niggas you dropped
Catch fire in the rain, no umbrella to you and no rain drops
When I you on Flex, I gave props
But we found out you stole Don Q shit from the train stop
You thought you fly 'til the plane drop
Ugly motherfucker stunt in a tank top
It's no wonder why they 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 even think about touching TV
No video games, no more phone, no more 3D
No more radio or boombox for your ass CD
Matter of fact, give me your chains back and everything I you
You a disgrace to this and everything I taught you
I hate to say it son but you make me
I should'a knew you shit when you came out with a baby dick
It's no why you pay for pussy
you think you slick
All you do is lounge the house 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 write a book like me or be somebody's grandpa
Instead you wanna be a fucking rapper with some hair
No more rapping, me your pen and paper
No more to the people on how you the biggest gangster
Now hurry up and get your out the refrigerator
You to bed at eight o'clock and not a minute later
No, I don't hear 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
of fact, give me your toys, I'm adding that to the collection
I just did a show and got it lit ya nigga
And my freestyles killing your nigga
Couldn't name a I couldn't get ya little nigga
You a rebound, even Scottie Pippen nigga
You from Toronto, put that on the Bible
I put six in your Ferragamo
Nigga, you from Brampton, go the bottle
Bitch I'm from New England, me and Brady in the El
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 be gone off that Amaretto
It's hard to tell 'cause you soft as
You fucking midget, I you Elmo
I throw you out a car window
I step all your Margielas, you caught feelings
Yo' spinning, my bars illing
I'm Bob Dylan, I'm Lennon, I'm authentic
bars running no off limits
Don't business, don't talk, listen
I'm off so you fuck this you fuck! Nigga

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