Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
Feeling this vibe
Feeling, feeling villainous vibe

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

Happy to my nigger doe

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

[Verse 3: Jon
have a money conversation
Four thousand from Eminem that's a payment
Kennedy Reagan's arrangement
don't let this Pop kid take it back to the basement
I'm still here Beautiful Mind
Sick of the noodles of in all my cubical grind
So I just grew and decided to put you in your
Ooodles and boodles of blue bags from Vuitton
Getting money lawyers we have a Jew of a time
With liquor in a Poland Spring like a Junior at
Yes I to pop charts I'm doing the crime
And just means I'm fucking dope to you and your mom
Working in the summer, AC on
Working in the winter I got no heaters
Spring rolls at the damn seasons
In the red October thank you Yeezus

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

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