Luyện nghe bài hát Control (HOF)

[Intro: Big
I up
Yeah and I my time
take my time, whoa
Power only, nigga

[Verse 1: Big
Boy I'm 'bout my on business, I drink liquor on liquor
I had women on women, yeah that's bunk bed
I've done lived more than an eighty year old man kickin'
Cause they for some moments, and I live for a livin'
But this for the girls that barely let me get to base
On some ground shit
now I run my city on some town hall shit
They prayin' on my downfall bitch like a drought but
You get this rain like it's May weather, G.O.O.D. Music, Ye weather
Champagne just better, they told me I never boy, never say never
Swear flow like an infant's first steps
I got paid to debts
Then I finally found a girl that stress
So now I'm talkin' to the reaper to death
So I can kick it my granddad, take him for a ride
Show him I somethin' out myself and not just tried
Show him the house I the fam, let him tour inside
No matter how far I get, I always feel behind
In my mind, but fuck and not doin'
Cause not doin' is somethin' a nigga not
I said fuck tryin' and not
Cause not is somethin' a nigga not doin'
I up to Em, B.I.G. and Pac bitch, and got ruined
So until I got the crib B.I.G. had in that Juicy vid
Bitch I can't stop movin'
Go me, you won't stop losin'
From the where every month is May-Day at home, spray your dome
Niggas get sprayed up AK was cologne for a paycheck or loan
I know that shit ain't fair
They say that Detroit got a chance, we ain't even got a mayor
You your name with a Sharpie, I write mine in stone
I knew that the world was for the taking and it wouldn't long
We on, tryna be better everybody that's better than everybody
Rep Detroit, everybody, Detroit versus
I'm so fuckin' first class, I could up on every pilot
The city's my Metropolis, feel it, it's
And I'm over sayin' they're the hottest niggas
Then run to the hottest niggas to stay hot
I'm one of the because I flame drop
Drop fire, and not because I'm name dropping, Hall of Fame
And I ain't takin' shit nobody unless they're OG's
Cause that the way of an OG
So I G-O collect more G's, every
changed though, I'm just the new version of old me
Forever hot headed but never got cold
Got up in the game look back at my old seats
Clique so deep we take up the whole
I need a bitch so bad that she up my whole week, Sean Don

[Bridge: Lamar]
Miscellaneous minds are never explainin' minds
Devilish grin for my alias to respond
Peddlin' sin, maybe when you get old you realize
I'm not gonna fold or
(I don't smoke crack, motherfucker I it!)
Bitch, everything I rap is a piece to your melon
So if you a relapse, just relax and pop in my disc
Don't pop me no fucking pill, I'mma a pop you and give you

[Verse 2: Lamar]
Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this
So many bombs, ring the like Vietnam in this shit
So many bombs, make Farrakhan think in this bitch
One at a time, I line 'em up and bomb on they mom she watchin' the kids
I'm in a mode if the gold exists
I'm important the pope, I'm a muslim on pork
I'm offspring, I'm the king of New York
King of the Coast, one hand, I juggle both
The all in your jugular, you take me for jokes
in the basement, church pews and funeral faces
Cartier bracelets for my women friends I'm in
Who the fuck y'all thought supposed to be?
If Phil Jackson came back, no coachin' me
I'm uncoachable, I'm
Fuck y'all clubs, fuck pictures, your Instagram can gobble these nuts
Gobble dick up you hiccup, my big homie Kurupt
This the same flow that put the rap game on a
I've niggas transform like villain Decepticons
prolly turn these niggas to fuckin' Lindsay Lohan
A bunch of rich ass white girls for parties
Playin Barbies, wreck the Porsche before you give 'em the car key
Judgement to the monarchy, blessings to McCartney
You called me a black Beatle, I'm either or a Marley
(I smoke crack motherfucker I sell it)
I'm dressed in all black, is not for the fan of Elvis
I'm aimin' straight for pelvis, you can't stomach me
You on stumpin' me? Bitch Ive been jumped before you put a gun on me
Bitch I put one on yours, I'm Connery
James Bonding with none of you niggas, 100 mil in front of me
And I'm gonna get it if you're in the way
And if in it, better run for Pete's sake
I heard the barbershops great debates all the time
Bout who's the MC? Kendrick, Jigga and Nas
Eminem, 3000, the rest of y'all
New niggas just new niggas, don't get
And I ain't rockin no designer shit
White Ts and Nike Cortez, this is red Corvettes
I'm homeboys with the same niggas I'm rhymin' wit
But this is hip hop and them niggas should know time it is
And that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big KRIT,
Pusha T, Meek Millz, A$AP Rocky,
Big Sean, Jay Electron', Tyler, Mac
I got love for you all but I'm tryna you niggas
Tryna make sure core fans never heard of you niggas
They dont wanna hear not one more or verb from you niggas
What is I'm tryna raise the bar high
Who tryna jump and get it? You off tryna skydive
Out the exit of 5 G5s with 5 grand
With your granddad as the pilot he drunk as tryna land
With the full of arthritis and popping prosthetic leg
Pac in the cockpit so the shit that pops in his head
Is an option of violence, someone heard the stewardess
That your parachute is a latex hooked to a thread