Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
this villainous vibe
Feeling, feeling this villainous

1: QuEst]
Chip on my shoulder, fuck is you ?
Swear to God our fathers playing nigga relate a message
Breathless, every morning was forced to skip on
Mama told me don't let these peasants rocks at the king
tend to carry on with no conscience
Straight non-sense, pay homage or K's vomit,
Fucker wanna know Biggie was making certain niggas was getting iffy
Heart is bigger than derrières of and Nicki
But fuck up and diss me, this will 360
And must I mention my body
It's murderous, to be
is to be humble?
Ever heard of me
I was born in the where niggas belly's will rumble
Get checked for thinking or
But y'all still on rap
Fuck all
I do in my slumber, merely ventilation
Tryna 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 are trifle, I shoot slugs for my...you get the picture
I was raised in Miami, smack your coofie
for acting coochie, your goofy actions'll never move me
No sir, needy no ho, my homies ready to
Never the matter the chitter and
I did it I can machete the flow
And comeback, here's a fact
I'm not a act, run that
Little punk rat, fuck it, back
In the middle of Havana
Holding a hammer outside with
Better watch your grammar me
These haters surround me, I swear unnecessary
Gambino, you niggas could never see the shit that I do
VMG, yes VMG
competition that we see is TDE

Happy to my nigger doe

2: C Dot Castro]
Imma be the guy that rap slow, nah
Dictating bitches Cubans I'm Castro
My is like the movie, and I'll be the director
And just to get a role, got bitches acting extra
I wrote this verse in one cause Bobby said that he wants rhymes
Intelligent, but I'm getting brain from bitches dumb fine
Got punchlines like prom with the, on my palm
I knew that we would blow up bitch we be the bomb
Rattpack out to get the cheese, drop a get fifty Gs
Hit the studio drunk as fuck but still drop a with ease
I give a fuck
Bitch you know the flow is second
no pen and paper break it down disintegrate a hater, wassup

[Verse 3: Jon
Let's have a money
Four hundred thousand from Eminem that's a
Kennedy presidential arrangement
Please don't let this Pop kid take it back to the
I'm still here Beautiful Mind
Sick of the of rhyme in all my cubical grind
So I just grew and to put you in your spot
Ooodles and of blue bags from Louis Vuitton
money with lawyers we have a Jew of a time
With liquor in a Poland Spring like a at prom
Yes I to pop charts 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 rolls at the damn four
In the red October thank you Yeezus

[Verse 4:
Feeling this vibe
Chilling with me and my
Gotta spit this to
How long have I alive?
Twenty-four years and not including my momma womb
I'm in the lab, and I'll be here until the tomb
Album coming soon watch the consume
I've been on that real
That fun
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 Bobby on the everybody on the floor
Hold up let me take a here come more
This a let me redirect my intellect
Drop this shit just for fun, it's all over the
Cause I'm in effect
hold up, y'all did get the Memo?
You Lumbergh rappers is
Bitch I've been a
Hit you like Hiroshima then
it yo
See now all the fans know that 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 finna sell
Really, for everybody's Achilles
Put my own into this album, like half a millie
Logic, coming for their neck no disrespect
I did this shit in two or less
Spent a year on the album, who knows to expect (Sinatra)
Spent a on the album, who knows what to expect
is Logic

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