Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
this villainous vibe
Feeling, feeling villainous vibe

1: QuEst]
Chip on my shoulder, fuck is you ?
Swear to God our fathers were playing relate a message
Breathless, every morning was forced to skip on
Mama me don't let these peasants throw rocks at the king
Pawns to carry on with no conscience
non-sense, pay homage or K's vomit, verbal
Fucker know Biggie was making certain while niggas was getting iffy
Heart is than derrières of Vicky and Nicki
But up and diss me, this shit will 360
And must I mention my body
murderous, to be humble
Murder is to be
Ever of me stumble?
I was born in the jungle where niggas belly's rumble
Get for thinking or mumble
But still stuck on rap
Fuck all
I do in my slumber, merely ventilation
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, smack your coofie
Just for acting coochie, your goofy actions'll never me
No sir, needy no ho, my homies ready to
Never the matter the chitter and
I did it cause I can machete the
And comeback, a force fact
I'm not a act, run that
punk rat, fuck it, punch back
In the middle of Little
Holding a outside with pajamas
Better watch your around me
These haters surround me, I swear it's
Gambino, you childish niggas could never see the that I do
VMG, yes VMG
Only that 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 role, got bitches acting extra
I wrote verse in one minute cause Bobby said that he wants rhymes
Intelligent, but I'm brain from bitches that's dumb fine
Got punchlines like with 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 drop a verse with ease
I give a fuck
you know the flow is second nature
With no pen and paper break it disintegrate a hater, wassup

[Verse 3: Jon
Let's a money conversation
hundred thousand from Eminem that's a payment
Kennedy presidential 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 from Louis Vuitton
Getting with lawyers we have a Jew of a time
With in a Poland Spring like a Junior at prom
Yes I chose to pop charts I'm doing the
And that just means I'm dope to you and your mom
Working in the summer, AC on
in the winter like I got no heaters
Spring rolls at the damn seasons
In the red October screaming you Yeezus

[Verse 4:
Feeling villainous vibe
with me and my Tribe
Gotta spit to survive
How long have I alive?
Twenty-four and counting not including my momma womb
I'm here in the lab, and I'll be here until the
Album coming watch the Rattpack consume
been on that real shit
That fun
Spit artillery, like a
V's up we run
Don't come around with dumb shit it's scandalous
In the in Los Angeles
At No I.D. hit you with the heat rock goddamn
With Bobby on the board everybody on the
Hold up let me take a breath here come
a freestyle let me redirect my intellect
Drop this shit just for fun, it's all over the
bitch I'm in effect
Wait hold up, 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 that the goin be crazy
Spit it off the top and get dirty like Pat
the cover of XXL
Fuck around and then
Tour coming soon man I the tickets finna sell
Really, for everybody's Achilles
Put my own money into this album, like half a
It's Logic, coming for their no disrespect
I did this shit in two minutes or
Spent a on the album, who knows what to expect (Sinatra)
Spent a year on the album, who knows to expect
is Logic

(Flawless Victory)
Happy to me motherfucker
my birthday !