Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
Feeling this villainous
Feeling, feeling this vibe

[Verse 1:
Chip on my shoulder, fuck is you ?
Swear to God our fathers playing nigga relate a message
Breathless, every morning was to skip on breakfast
Mama told me don't let these peasants rocks at the king
Pawns tend to carry on no conscience
Straight non-sense, pay or K's vomit, verbal
Fucker wanna Biggie was making certain while niggas was getting iffy
Heart is bigger than derrières of Vicky and
But fuck up and diss me, this shit 360
And must I mention my count?
murderous, to be humble
Murder is to be
heard of me stumble?
I was born in the jungle where belly's will rumble
Get checked for or mumble
But y'all stuck on rap
all that
I do this in my slumber, merely
Tryna stay afloat be on a boat
I swear that I'm lost of the spirit of Biggie back in his lumberjack
Or Nasir with the fatigue, I stifle, street's disciple
My raps are trifle, I shoot for my...you get the picture
I was raised in Miami, niggas'll smack coofie
Just for acting coochie, goofy actions'll never move me
No sir, needy no ho, my homies to roll
the matter the chitter and chatter
I did it I can machete the flow
And comeback, a force fact
I'm not a dumb act, run
Little punk rat, it, punch back
In the of Little Havana
Holding a hammer outside pajamas
Better watch your around me
These surround me, I swear it's unnecessary
Gambino, you childish niggas never see the shit that I do
VMG, yes VMG
Only competition we see is TDE

Happy birthday to my doe

2: C Dot Castro]
Imma be the guy that rap slow, nah
Dictating bitches smoking Cubans I'm
My life is like the movie, and I'll be the
And just to get a small role, got acting extra
I wrote verse in one minute cause Bobby said that he wants rhymes
Intelligent, but I'm getting brain from bitches that's fine
Got punchlines like prom with the, world on my
I that we would blow up cause bitch we be the bomb
Rattpack out to get the cheese, drop a get fifty Gs
Hit the studio drunk as fuck but still drop a verse with
I give a fuck
Bitch you know the flow is second
With no pen and paper break it disintegrate a hater, wassup

[Verse 3: Jon
have a money conversation
Four hundred thousand from Eminem that's a
Kennedy Reagan's presidential
Please don't let this Pop kid it back to the basement
I'm still here screaming Mind
Sick of the noodles of rhyme in all my grind
So I just and decided to put you in your spot
Ooodles and of blue bags from Louis Vuitton
Getting money with we have a Jew of a time
With liquor in a Poland Spring like a Junior at
Yes I chose to pop charts I'm the crime
And that just means I'm fucking dope to you and mom
Working in the summer, AC on
Working in the like I got no heaters
Spring rolls at the four seasons
In the red October screaming thank you

[Verse 4:
Feeling villainous vibe
Chilling me and my Tribe
Gotta this to survive
How have I been alive?
Twenty-four years and counting not including my momma
I'm here in the lab, and be here until the tomb
Album coming soon watch the consume
been on that real shit
That fun
artillery, like a gunship
V's up we run
come around with that dumb shit it's scandalous
In the studio in Los
At No I.D. hit you with the heat rock goddamn
With Bobby on the everybody on the floor
Hold up let me take a here come more
This a freestyle let me my intellect
Drop this shit for fun, it's all over the internet
Cause I'm in effect
Wait hold up, y'all did get the
You rappers is Initech
I've been a fact
Hit you Hiroshima then intercept
it yo
See now all the real know that the album goin be crazy
Spit it off the top and get dirty Pat Swayze
From the of XXL
Fuck and then propel
Tour coming soon man I know the tickets sell
Really, for everybody's Achilles
Put my own money into this album, like a millie
Logic, coming for their neck no disrespect
I did this in two minutes or less
Spent a on the album, who knows what to expect (Sinatra)
Spent a year on the album, who knows what to
This is

(Flawless Victory)
birthday to me motherfucker
It's my !