Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
Feeling villainous vibe
Feeling, this villainous vibe

1: QuEst]
Chip on my shoulder, is you sayin' ?
Swear to God our fathers were playing nigga relate a
Breathless, every was forced to skip on breakfast
Mama told me don't let peasants throw rocks at the king
Pawns tend to 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 bigger than derrières of Vicky and
But fuck up and diss me, shit will 360
And must I my body count?
murderous, to be humble
Murder is to be
Ever of me stumble?
I was in the jungle where niggas belly's will rumble
Get checked for thinking or
But y'all still on rap
all that
I do this in my slumber, 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 raps are trifle, I slugs for my...you get the picture
I was in Miami, niggas'll smack your coofie
Just for acting coochie, your goofy never move me
No sir, needy no ho, my homies to roll
Never the matter the and chatter
I did it I can machete the flow
And comeback, here's a fact
I'm not a dumb act, run
punk rat, fuck it, punch back
In the of Little Havana
Holding a hammer outside with
Better watch grammar around me
These haters surround me, I swear unnecessary
Gambino, you childish niggas could never see the 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 smoking 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 in one minute cause Bobby said that he wants rhymes
Intelligent, but I'm getting brain from that's dumb fine
Got punchlines like with the, world on my palm
I that we would blow up cause 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 verse 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
have a money conversation
Four hundred thousand Eminem that's a payment
Kennedy Reagan's presidential
don't let this Pop kid take it back to the basement
I'm here screaming Beautiful Mind
Sick of the noodles of in all my cubical grind
So I grew and decided to put you in your spot
Ooodles and boodles of blue from Louis Vuitton
Getting money lawyers we have a Jew of a time
With liquor in a Poland Spring like a at prom
Yes I chose to pop charts I'm doing the
And just means I'm fucking dope to you and your mom
in the summer, AC on freezing
Working in the winter like I got no
Spring rolls at the damn four
In the red October screaming you Yeezus

[Verse 4:
Feeling this villainous
Chilling me and my Tribe
spit this to survive
How have I been alive?
years and counting not including my momma womb
I'm in the lab, and I'll be here until the tomb
coming soon watch the Rattpack consume
I've been on that real
fun shit
Spit artillery, a gunship
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 on the floor
Hold up let me a breath here come more
a freestyle let me redirect my intellect
Drop 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
I've been a fact
Hit you like then intercept
it yo
See now all the real fans know that the album be crazy
Spit it off the top and get dirty like Pat
the cover of XXL
Fuck around and propel
Tour soon man I know the tickets finna sell
Really, coming for everybody's
Put my own money this album, like half a millie
Logic, coming for their neck no disrespect
I did this shit in two or less
a year on the album, who knows what to expect (Sinatra)
Spent a year on the album, who knows to expect
is Logic

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