Luyện nghe bài hát Zeze (Freestyle)

Ahh,
Joyner!

Yo, nigga's saying, "What a battle"
But you to see a fucking snake rattle
Boy, you just a pony a pink saddle
I'm truly sorry you stuck inside of Drake's shadow
are you gon' overcome? (Huh)
When are you gon' up?
When are you grow another foot? (Huh)
When are you gon' show us that you one? (When)
And everything that you accomplished in years 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 fuckin' (Haha)
Ten in the game but yo' ass still sittin' on the fucking bleachers
Boy, you just another diva (Just diva)
Heard yo' grandmama kicked you out the house
"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 Cousin
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 pull up in a Demon but I Satan for it
If you want attention Tory you gon' to pay me for it
All these hoes love me but you niggas 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 The Notorious Big (Yeah)
Biggie turning in his grave he hear yo' shit
Don't ever that you could ever come compare yo' shit
girls and kids only ones who feel yo' shit
I the plaques on my way to a Grammy
All records soft and sweet, niggas think that you candy
Your niggas convinced you that you think you can scare me
And you got identity issues, niggas think you a tranny, (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 down you wanna hide sometimes
at the sunshine and start crying sometimes
Your real is Daystar, you been dying to shine
And when you you kinda sound like you dying sometimes
You make the type of tracks that had me silent inside
take you serious, put all the violence aside
Okay, let's talk about plagiarism that you hate to mention (Yeah)
Or talk the hate you giving to the greats you dissing
(Let's talk it)
And that writer who wrote yo' shit still 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 your record at the ending
On 4AM Flex 2 minutes and 50
Sound exactly like the Art of Peer Pressure, go a listen
You inspired by the niggas you name
Catch fire in the rain, no umbrella to you and no rain drops
When I you on Flex, I gave props
But then we found out you Don Q shit from the train stop
You thought you were fly 'til the drop
Ugly tryna 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 give you a Ring Pop
Sit down, you on
And don't get up you see me
And even think about touching that TV
No more video games, no phone, no more 3D
No more radio or boombox for weak ass CD
Matter of fact, give me chains back and everything I bought you
You a to this family and everything I taught you
I to say it son but you make me sick
I should'a knew you shit when you came out with a baby dick
It's no why you pay for pussy
Tory you think you
All you do is lounge around the all day like a lazy prick
Shit, highly disappointed in you son, I need some
How come you couldn't in my steps and be a dancer?
Or maybe write a book me or be somebody's grandpa
Instead you wanna be a fucking with some hair plugs
No more rapping, me your pen and paper
No lying to the people on how you the biggest gangster
Now hurry up and get your juicy out the
You going to bed at eight and not a minute later
No, I wanna hear it
No, let this be a
your mouth and go into your room like 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 little
And my freestyles killing your originals
name a bitch I couldn't get ya little nigga
You a rebound, even Scottie know nigga
You from Toronto, put that on the Bible
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 get on my level, I'm hard as metal
I bomb the ghetto, I brought the
I bury all of you ninja turtles
You Donatello, you soft as
You must be off that Amaretto
It's hard to tell you soft as pillows
You fucking midget, I call you
I throw you out a car window
I step all over your Margielas, you caught
Yo' heart spinning, my 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 this so you fuck you fuck! Nigga

What,
Fuck out my face
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 up, you know
Ha ha ha,