Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
this villainous vibe
Feeling, this 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 to skip on breakfast
Mama me don't let these peasants throw rocks at the king
Pawns tend to carry on with no
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 will 360
And must I mention my count?
It's murderous, to be
Murder is to be
Ever of me stumble?
I was in the jungle where niggas belly's will rumble
Get checked for or mumble
But y'all stuck on rap
all that
I do in my slumber, merely ventilation
Tryna afloat be on a boat shit
I swear that I'm inside of the spirit of Biggie back in his lumberjack
Or Nasir with the fatigue, I felt stifle, street's
My raps are trifle, I shoot slugs for my...you get the
I was raised in Miami, niggas'll your coofie
Just for acting coochie, your goofy actions'll never me
No sir, no ho, my homies ready to roll
Never the matter the chitter and
I did it cause I can 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 with pajamas
watch your grammar around me
These haters me, I swear it's unnecessary
Gambino, you childish niggas could never see the shit 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 smoking Cubans I'm Castro
My life is like the movie, and be the director
And just to get a small role, got acting extra
I wrote this in one minute cause Bobby said that he wants rhymes
Intelligent, but I'm getting brain from bitches that's dumb
Got punchlines like prom with the, on my palm
I that we would blow up cause bitch we be the bomb
Rattpack out to get the cheese, a verse get fifty Gs
Hit the studio drunk as fuck but still a verse with ease
I give a fuck
Bitch you the flow is second nature
no pen and paper break it down disintegrate a hater, wassup

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

[Verse 4:
Feeling this vibe
with me and my Tribe
Gotta this to survive
How long I been alive?
Twenty-four years and counting not including my womb
I'm here in the lab, and I'll be here until the
coming soon watch the Rattpack consume
I've on that real shit
fun shit
Spit artillery, like a
V's up we run
come around with that dumb shit it's scandalous
In the in Los Angeles
At No I.D. spot hit you the heat rock goddamn
With on the board everybody on the floor
Hold up let me a breath here come more
This a freestyle let me my intellect
this shit just for fun, it's all over the internet
Cause I'm in effect
Wait hold up, did get the Memo?
You Lumbergh is Initech
Bitch I've a fact
Hit you like then intercept
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 around and then
coming soon man I know the tickets finna sell
Really, for everybody's Achilles
Put my own money into this album, half a millie
It's Logic, coming for their no disrespect
I did this shit in two or less
Spent a year on the album, who knows to expect (Sinatra)
Spent a year on the album, who what to expect
This is

(Flawless Victory)
Happy birthday to me
my birthday !