Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
this villainous vibe
Feeling, feeling this vibe

[Verse 1:
Chip on my shoulder, is you sayin' ?
Swear to God our fathers were nigga relate a message
Breathless, every morning was to skip on breakfast
told me don't let these peasants throw rocks at the king
Pawns to carry on with no conscience
Straight non-sense, pay homage or K's vomit,
Fucker wanna know Biggie was certain while niggas was getting iffy
Heart is bigger derrières of Vicky and Nicki
But fuck up and diss me, this will 360
And I mention my body count?
murderous, to be humble
Murder is to be
heard of me stumble?
I was born in the jungle where niggas belly's rumble
Get checked for thinking or
But still stuck on rap
all that
I do this in my slumber, merely
Tryna stay afloat be on a shit
I swear that I'm lost of the spirit of Biggie back in his lumberjack
Or with the fatigue, I felt stifle, street's disciple
My raps are trifle, I shoot 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, no ho, my homies ready to roll
Never the the chitter and chatter
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 middle of Havana
Holding a outside with pajamas
Better watch your grammar me
These haters surround me, I swear it's
Gambino, you childish could never see the shit that I do
VMG, yes VMG
Only competition we see is TDE

Happy to my nigger doe

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

[Verse 3: Jon
Let's have a conversation
Four hundred thousand from Eminem that's a
Kennedy Reagan's presidential
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 just grew and decided to put you in spot
Ooodles and boodles of blue bags from Louis
Getting money with lawyers we have a Jew of a
With in a Poland Spring like a Junior at prom
Yes I chose to pop charts I'm the crime
And that just means I'm fucking dope to you and mom
in the summer, AC on freezing
Working in the winter like I got no
rolls at the damn four seasons
In the red screaming thank you Yeezus

[Verse 4:
Feeling this villainous
Chilling with me and my
spit this to survive
How long have I been
Twenty-four years and counting not my momma womb
I'm here in the lab, and I'll be here the tomb
coming soon watch the Rattpack consume
I've been on real shit
fun shit
Spit artillery, a gunship
V's up we run
Don't come with that dumb shit 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 let me redirect my intellect
this shit just for fun, it's all over the internet
Cause bitch I'm in
Wait hold up, did get the Memo?
You rappers is Initech
Bitch been a fact
Hit you Hiroshima then intercept
it yo
See now all the real fans know that the goin be crazy
Spit it off the top and get dirty like Pat
the cover of XXL
Fuck and then propel
Tour coming soon man I know the finna sell
Really, for everybody's Achilles
Put my own into this album, like half a millie
It's Logic, for their neck no disrespect
I did this 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
This is

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