Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
this villainous vibe
Feeling, feeling this vibe

[Verse 1:
Chip on my shoulder, is you sayin' ?
Swear to God our fathers were playing nigga relate a
Breathless, every morning was forced to on breakfast
Mama told me don't let these peasants rocks at the king
Pawns to carry on with no conscience
Straight non-sense, pay homage or K's vomit,
wanna know Biggie was making certain while niggas was getting iffy
Heart is bigger than derrières of Vicky and
But fuck up and me, this shit will 360
And I mention my body count?
It's murderous, to be
is to be humble?
Ever of me stumble?
I was born in the jungle where niggas will rumble
Get checked for or mumble
But still stuck on rap
all that
I do this in my slumber, merely
Tryna stay be on a boat shit
I swear that I'm lost inside of the spirit of back in his lumberjack
Or Nasir with the fatigue, I felt stifle, disciple
My are trifle, I shoot slugs for my...you get the picture
I was raised in Miami, niggas'll your coofie
Just for coochie, your goofy actions'll never move me
No sir, no ho, my homies ready to roll
Never the matter the and chatter
I did it cause I can the flow
And comeback, here's a fact
I'm not a act, run that
Little punk rat, fuck it, punch
In the middle of Havana
Holding a hammer outside pajamas
Better watch grammar around me
These surround me, I swear it's unnecessary
Gambino, you childish could never see the shit that I do
VMG, yes VMG
Only competition we see is TDE

Happy birthday to my doe

2: C Dot Castro]
Imma be the guy that rap slow, nah
Dictating bitches smoking Cubans I'm
My life is the movie, and I'll be the director
And just to get a role, got bitches acting extra
I wrote this verse in one minute cause Bobby said that he wants
Intelligent, but I'm getting brain from bitches dumb fine
Got punchlines prom with the, world 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 drop a verse with ease
I don't give a
Bitch you the flow is second nature
With no pen and paper break it down a hater, wassup

[Verse 3: Jon
have a money conversation
Four hundred thousand from that's a payment
Kennedy Reagan's presidential
Please don't let Pop kid take it back to the basement
I'm still here Beautiful Mind
Sick of the of rhyme in all my cubical grind
So I just grew and decided to put you in 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 Junior at
Yes I chose to pop I'm doing the crime
And that just means I'm dope to you and your mom
in the summer, AC on freezing
Working in the like I got no heaters
Spring at the damn four seasons
In the red October screaming you Yeezus

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

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