Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
Feeling this villainous
Feeling, feeling this villainous

[Verse 1:
Chip on my shoulder, fuck is you ?
Swear to God our fathers were nigga relate a message
Breathless, every morning was forced to skip on
Mama told me let these peasants throw rocks at the king
Pawns tend to carry on no conscience
Straight non-sense, pay or K's vomit, verbal
Fucker know Biggie was making certain while niggas was getting iffy
Heart is bigger derrières of Vicky and Nicki
But fuck up and diss me, this shit 360
And I mention my body count?
It's murderous, to be
is to be humble?
Ever heard of me
I was born in the jungle where niggas belly's will
Get checked for or mumble
But still stuck on rap
all that
I do this in my slumber, ventilation
Tryna stay afloat be on a shit
I swear I'm lost inside 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 slugs for my...you get the
I was in Miami, niggas'll smack your 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 cause I can the flow
And comeback, here's a force
I'm not a dumb act, run
Little punk rat, it, punch back
In the of Little Havana
a hammer outside with pajamas
Better watch your grammar me
These haters surround me, I swear it's
Gambino, you childish niggas could never see the that I do
VMG, yes VMG
Only that we see is TDE

Happy to my nigger doe

[Verse 2: C Dot
Imma be the guy rap slow, sike nah
Dictating bitches smoking I'm Castro
My is like the movie, and I'll be the director
And to get a small role, got bitches acting extra
I wrote this verse in one minute Bobby said that he wants rhymes
Intelligent, but I'm getting brain from that's dumb fine
Got punchlines like prom the, world 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 drunk as fuck but still drop a verse with ease
I give a fuck
Bitch you the flow is second nature
With no pen and break it down disintegrate a hater, wassup

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

[Verse 4:
Feeling villainous vibe
Chilling me and my Tribe
Gotta spit to survive
How have I been alive?
Twenty-four years and counting not including my womb
I'm in the lab, and I'll be here until the tomb
Album coming watch the Rattpack consume
I've been on real shit
That fun
Spit artillery, a gunship
V's up we run
Don't come around with that dumb it's scandalous
In the in Los Angeles
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 breath here come
This a freestyle let me redirect my
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 Lumbergh is Initech
Bitch been a fact
Hit you like Hiroshima then
it yo
See now all the real fans know the album goin be crazy
it off the top and get dirty like Pat Swayze
From the of XXL
Fuck and then propel
Tour coming soon man I know the finna sell
Really, for everybody's Achilles
Put my own money into this album, like half a
It's Logic, for their neck no disrespect
I did shit in two minutes or less
Spent a year on the album, who knows to expect (Sinatra)
Spent a year on the album, who what to expect
is Logic

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