Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
Feeling this vibe
Feeling, feeling villainous vibe

[Verse 1:
Chip on my shoulder, is you sayin' ?
Swear to God our fathers were nigga relate a message
Breathless, morning was forced to skip on breakfast
Mama told me don't let these throw rocks at the king
Pawns to carry on with no conscience
non-sense, pay homage or K's vomit, verbal
Fucker wanna Biggie was making certain while niggas was getting iffy
Heart is bigger derrières of Vicky and Nicki
But fuck up and diss me, this shit 360
And I mention my body 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 for thinking or mumble
But y'all still on rap
Fuck all
I do in my slumber, merely ventilation
Tryna stay be on a boat shit
I swear I'm lost inside 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 smack your
Just for coochie, your goofy actions'll never move me
No sir, needy no ho, my homies ready to
Never the matter the and chatter
I did it I can machete the flow
And comeback, here's a force
I'm not a dumb act, run
Little punk rat, fuck it, back
In the middle of Havana
a hammer outside with pajamas
Better watch grammar around me
haters surround me, I swear it's unnecessary
Gambino, you childish niggas could never see the that I do
VMG, yes VMG
Only that we see is TDE

Happy birthday to my doe

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

[Verse 3: Jon
Let's have a money
Four hundred thousand from Eminem that's a
Reagan's presidential arrangement
Please don't let this Pop kid take it to the basement
I'm still here screaming Beautiful
Sick of the noodles of rhyme in all my cubical
So I just grew and decided to put you in spot
and boodles of blue bags from Louis Vuitton
Getting money with we have a Jew of a time
With liquor in a Poland Spring like a Junior at
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 at the damn four seasons
In the red October screaming thank you

[Verse 4:
Feeling villainous vibe
Chilling me and my Tribe
Gotta this to survive
How long I been alive?
Twenty-four years and counting not my momma womb
I'm here in the lab, and I'll be here the tomb
Album soon watch the Rattpack consume
I've been on that real
That fun
Spit artillery, like a
V's up we run
Don't come around with dumb shit it's scandalous
In the studio in Los
At No I.D. spot hit you with the rock goddamn
With Bobby on the board everybody on the
Hold up let me a breath here come more
This a freestyle let me redirect my
this shit just for fun, it's all over the internet
Cause bitch I'm in
hold up, y'all did get the Memo?
You Lumbergh rappers is
Bitch I've 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 like Pat Swayze
the cover of XXL
Fuck around and then
Tour coming man I know the tickets finna sell
Really, coming for everybody's
Put my own money into this album, like a millie
Logic, coming for their neck no disrespect
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 what to expect
This is

(Flawless Victory)
Happy birthday to me
my birthday !