Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
this villainous vibe
Feeling, feeling this villainous

1: QuEst]
Chip on my shoulder, is you sayin' ?
Swear to God our fathers were playing nigga relate a
Breathless, morning was forced to skip on breakfast
Mama told me don't let these peasants rocks at the king
Pawns tend to carry on no conscience
Straight non-sense, pay homage or K's vomit,
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 I mention my body count?
It's murderous, to be
is to be humble?
Ever heard of me
I was born in the where niggas belly's will rumble
Get checked for or mumble
But still stuck on rap
Fuck all
I do this in my slumber, ventilation
Tryna stay be on a boat shit
I swear that I'm lost inside of the spirit of Biggie in his lumberjack
Or with the fatigue, I felt stifle, street's disciple
My raps are trifle, I slugs for my...you get the picture
I was raised in Miami, niggas'll your coofie
Just for acting coochie, your goofy actions'll move me
No sir, needy no ho, my ready to roll
Never the matter the chitter and
I did it cause I can the flow
And comeback, here's a force
I'm not a dumb act, run
Little punk rat, it, punch back
In the middle of Havana
Holding a outside with pajamas
watch your grammar around me
These haters surround me, I it's unnecessary
Gambino, you childish niggas could never see the shit I do
VMG, yes VMG
Only competition we see is TDE

Happy to my nigger doe

[Verse 2: C Dot
be the guy that rap slow, sike nah
Dictating bitches smoking Cubans I'm
My life is like the movie, and be the director
And just to get a role, got bitches acting extra
I wrote this in one minute cause Bobby said that he wants rhymes
Intelligent, but I'm getting brain from bitches that's fine
Got punchlines like with the, world on my palm
I knew that we would up cause bitch we be the bomb
out to get the cheese, drop a verse get fifty Gs
Hit the studio drunk as fuck but still a verse with ease
I give a fuck
you know the flow is second nature
With no pen and paper break it down disintegrate a hater,

[Verse 3: Jon
have a money conversation
Four hundred thousand Eminem that's a payment
Reagan's presidential arrangement
Please don't let Pop kid take it back to the basement
I'm still here screaming Mind
Sick of the noodles of rhyme in all my grind
So I just grew and decided to put you in spot
Ooodles and boodles of blue bags from Vuitton
Getting money with lawyers we have a Jew of a
With liquor in a Poland Spring like a at prom
Yes I chose to pop charts I'm the crime
And that means I'm fucking dope to you and your mom
Working in the summer, AC on
Working in the winter I got no heaters
rolls at the damn four seasons
In the red October thank you Yeezus

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

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