Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
this villainous vibe
Feeling, feeling this 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 told me don't let these peasants 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 than derrières of Vicky and
But fuck up and me, this shit will 360
And must I my body count?
It's murderous, to be
is to be humble?
Ever of me stumble?
I was born in the jungle where niggas will rumble
Get for thinking or mumble
But y'all stuck on rap
Fuck all
I do this in my slumber, merely
Tryna stay be on a boat shit
I that I'm lost inside of the spirit of Biggie back in his lumberjack
Or Nasir with the fatigue, I felt stifle, disciple
My raps are trifle, I shoot slugs for my...you get the
I was raised in Miami, niggas'll smack your
Just for coochie, your goofy actions'll never move me
No sir, no ho, my homies ready to roll
Never the matter the chitter and
I did it I can machete the flow
And comeback, a force fact
I'm not a dumb act, run
Little rat, fuck it, punch back
In the middle of Havana
Holding a hammer outside pajamas
Better watch 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 birthday to my doe

[Verse 2: C Dot
be the guy that rap slow, sike nah
Dictating bitches smoking Cubans I'm
My life is the movie, and I'll be the director
And just to get a role, got bitches acting extra
I wrote verse in one minute cause Bobby said that he wants rhymes
Intelligent, but I'm getting brain from bitches that's fine
Got punchlines prom with the, world on my palm
I that we would 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 give a fuck
Bitch you know the flow is nature
no pen and paper break it down disintegrate a hater, wassup

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

[Verse 4:
Feeling villainous vibe
Chilling me and my Tribe
Gotta spit 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 been on that real
That fun
artillery, like 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. hit you with the heat rock goddamn
With Bobby on the everybody on the floor
up let me take a breath here come more
This a freestyle let me redirect my
Drop this shit just for fun, all over the internet
Cause bitch I'm in
Wait up, y'all did get the Memo?
You Lumbergh rappers is
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
around and then propel
Tour coming soon man I know the tickets finna
Really, for everybody's Achilles
Put my own money into album, like half a millie
It's Logic, coming for their neck no
I did shit in two minutes or less
Spent a on the album, who knows what to expect (Sinatra)
Spent a year on the album, who knows to expect
This is

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