Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
Feeling 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 was forced to skip on breakfast
told me don't let these peasants throw rocks at the king
Pawns tend to on with no conscience
Straight non-sense, pay or K's vomit, verbal
Fucker wanna know Biggie was making certain niggas was getting iffy
Heart is bigger derrières of Vicky and Nicki
But fuck up and diss me, shit will 360
And must I mention my count?
murderous, to be humble
Murder is to be
Ever heard of me
I was born in the jungle where niggas belly's rumble
Get checked for thinking or
But y'all still on rap
Fuck all
I do in my slumber, merely ventilation
stay afloat be on a boat shit
I swear that I'm inside of the spirit of Biggie back in his lumberjack
Or Nasir with the fatigue, I stifle, street's disciple
My are trifle, I shoot slugs for my...you get the picture
I was raised in Miami, smack your coofie
Just for acting coochie, your actions'll never move me
No sir, needy no ho, my homies to roll
Never the matter the chitter and
I did it cause I can machete the
And comeback, a force fact
I'm not a dumb act, run
Little punk rat, fuck it, punch
In the of Little Havana
Holding a hammer outside pajamas
Better watch your grammar me
These haters surround me, I swear unnecessary
Gambino, you childish niggas could never see the shit I do
VMG, yes VMG
Only competition we see is TDE

Happy birthday to my doe

[Verse 2: C Dot
Imma be the guy that rap slow, nah
Dictating smoking Cubans I'm Castro
My life is like the movie, and be the director
And just to get a small role, got acting extra
I this 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 prom with the, on my palm
I knew that we would blow up cause we be the bomb
Rattpack out to get the cheese, drop a get fifty Gs
Hit the drunk as fuck but still drop a verse with ease
I don't give a
Bitch you know the is second nature
With no pen and paper break it down a hater, wassup

[Verse 3: Jon
Let's have a conversation
Four hundred thousand from Eminem a payment
Kennedy Reagan's arrangement
Please let this Pop kid take it back to the basement
I'm still here Beautiful Mind
Sick of the noodles of in all my cubical grind
So I just grew and decided to put you in your
Ooodles and boodles of blue from Louis Vuitton
Getting money with 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 just means I'm fucking dope to you and your mom
Working in the summer, AC on
Working in the winter like I got no
Spring rolls at the four seasons
In the red screaming thank you Yeezus

[Verse 4:
this villainous vibe
Chilling me and my Tribe
Gotta spit this to
How long have I been
Twenty-four years and counting not my momma womb
I'm here in the lab, and I'll be here the tomb
coming soon watch the Rattpack consume
I've been on real shit
That fun
artillery, like a gunship
V's up we run
Don't come around with that dumb it's scandalous
In the studio in Los
At No I.D. spot hit you with the heat goddamn
With Bobby on the board on the floor
Hold up let me take a breath here come
This a freestyle let me redirect my
Drop this just for fun, it's all over the internet
Cause I'm in effect
Wait hold up, did get the Memo?
You rappers is Initech
Bitch I've a fact
Hit you like Hiroshima then
it yo
See now all the real fans know that the goin be crazy
it off the top and get dirty like Pat Swayze
From the of XXL
Fuck and then propel
Tour coming soon man I know the tickets sell
Really, coming for Achilles
Put my own money into this album, like a millie
It's Logic, for their neck no disrespect
I did this in two minutes or less
Spent a year on the album, who knows what to (Sinatra)
Spent a on the album, who knows what to expect
This is

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