Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
Feeling villainous vibe
Feeling, feeling this vibe

[Verse 1:
Chip on my shoulder, fuck is you ?
Swear to God our fathers were playing relate a message
Breathless, every morning was to skip on breakfast
Mama me don't let these peasants throw rocks at the king
Pawns tend to carry on no conscience
non-sense, pay homage or K's vomit, verbal
Fucker wanna know Biggie was certain while niggas was getting iffy
Heart is bigger derrières of Vicky and Nicki
But up and diss me, this shit will 360
And must I mention my body
murderous, to be humble
Murder is to be
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, merely
stay afloat be on a boat shit
I swear that I'm lost inside of the of Biggie back in his lumberjack
Or Nasir with the fatigue, I felt stifle, street's
My raps are trifle, I slugs for my...you get the picture
I was raised in Miami, niggas'll your coofie
Just for acting coochie, your actions'll never move me
No sir, needy no ho, my homies to roll
Never the matter the chitter and
I did it cause I can machete the
And comeback, here's a fact
I'm not a dumb act, run
punk rat, fuck it, punch back
In the of Little Havana
Holding a outside with pajamas
watch your grammar around me
These haters surround me, I swear it's
Gambino, you childish could never see the shit that I do
VMG, yes VMG
competition that we see is TDE

Happy to my nigger doe

[Verse 2: C Dot
Imma be the guy that rap slow, nah
Dictating bitches smoking I'm Castro
My is like the movie, and I'll be the director
And just to get a small role, got acting extra
I wrote this verse in one minute cause Bobby that he wants rhymes
Intelligent, but I'm brain from bitches that's dumb fine
Got punchlines like prom with the, world on my
I knew that we blow up cause bitch we be the bomb
out to get the cheese, drop a verse get fifty Gs
Hit the studio drunk as fuck but still a verse with ease
I don't a fuck
you know the flow is second nature
With no pen and paper break it disintegrate a hater, wassup

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

[Verse 4:
this villainous vibe
Chilling me and my Tribe
Gotta spit to survive
How long have I been
years and counting not including 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, a gunship
V's up we run
Don't around with that dumb shit it's scandalous
In the in Los Angeles
At No I.D. spot hit you with the rock goddamn
With Bobby on the board on the floor
up let me take a breath here come more
This a freestyle let me my intellect
Drop this just for fun, it's all over the internet
Cause I'm in effect
Wait hold up, did get the Memo?
You rappers is Initech
I've been a fact
Hit you like Hiroshima then
it yo
See now all the fans know that the album goin be crazy
Spit it off the top and get dirty Pat Swayze
the cover of XXL
Fuck and then propel
coming soon man I know the tickets finna sell
Really, coming for everybody's
Put my own money into album, like half a millie
It's Logic, for their neck no disrespect
I did shit in two minutes or less
Spent a year on the album, who knows what to (Sinatra)
Spent a year on the album, who what to expect
This is

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