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 with a pink saddle
I'm truly sorry that you stuck of Drake's shadow
When are you gon' (Huh)
When are you gon' 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 me just a couple months
Don't you think I'm neither
I thought you tougher, eager (Damn)
How you almost signed to Bieber?
You look like a fuckin' (Haha)
Ten years in the game but yo' ass still sittin' on the bleachers
Boy, you just another diva (Just diva)
Heard yo' kicked you out the house screaming
"Tory, we don't need you"
Why yo' daddy up and leave (Why)
I guess this is how they treat you
And you my puppet, you my Skeeter
This ain't what you wanted, they been for it
I'm Joyner Lucas, what the fuck you niggas me for
(What the fuck)
I pull up in a 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 niggas me for it
You roll up on me, catch a shot at ya door
The bullets fly, you recline a La-Z-Boy
All you do is cry, you a child, you my boy
You call yourself after The Notorious 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 who feel yo' shit
I skipped the plaques on my way to a
All your records soft and sweet, think that you candy
Your niggas really convinced you that you think you can me
And you got identity issues, niggas you a tranny, really? (Damn)
Tory tell us why you always gotta lie in rhymes (Why)
I know up with lies can get tiring sometimes
You not a G and deep down you wanna hide
at the sunshine and start crying sometimes
Your real name is Daystar, you dying to shine
And when you sing you kinda sound you dying sometimes
You make the type of tracks that had me silent inside
Nobody take you serious, put all the violence
Okay, let's talk about your plagiarism you hate to mention (Yeah)
Or about the hate you giving to the greats you dissing
(Let's about it)
And that writer who wrote yo' shit still ain't get on that "Don't Die" record
You should go pay the nigga (Yeah, man)
And how the you talk about Kendrick 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 like the Art of Peer Pressure, go take a listen
You by the niggas you name dropped
Catch fire in the rain, no to shelter you and no rain drops
When I seen you on Flex, I gave
But then we found out you stole Don Q shit from the stop
You thought you fly 'til the plane drop
Ugly motherfucker tryna in a tank top
It's no wonder why they used to feed yo' ass with a
You my son, the last time I'll give you a Ring Pop
Sit down, you on
And get up until you see me
And don't even think touching that TV
No more 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 you weren't shit when you came out with a baby dick
It's no wonder why you pay for
Tory you you slick
All you do is lounge around the house all day like a lazy
Shit, highly in you son, I need some answers
How come you couldn't in my steps and be a dancer?
Or maybe write a book like me or be somebody's
you wanna be a fucking rapper with some hair plugs
No rapping, give me your pen and paper
No more lying to the people on how you the gangster
Now hurry up and get your juicy out the
You going to bed at eight o'clock and not a later
No, I wanna hear it
No, let be a lesson
Close your and go into your room like I suggested
I'm a get real Joe in a second
of fact, give me your toys, I'm adding that to the collection
I did a show and got it lit ya little nigga
And my freestyles killing originals nigga
Couldn't name a I couldn't 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 your
Nigga, you from Brampton, go spin the
Bitch I'm from New England, me and Brady in the El
Now come get on my level, I'm hard as
I the ghetto, I brought the shovel
I bury all of you ninja turtles
You Donatello, you soft as
You must be gone off Amaretto
It's hard to tell you soft as pillows
You fucking midget, I call you
I you out a fucking car window
I step all your Margielas, you caught feelings
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 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 what's up, you know
Ha ha ha,