Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
Feeling this villainous
Feeling, this villainous vibe

[Verse 1:
Chip on my shoulder, fuck is you ?
to God our fathers were playing nigga relate a message
Breathless, every morning was to skip on breakfast
Mama told me don't let these peasants rocks at the king
Pawns tend to carry on with no
non-sense, pay homage or K's vomit, verbal
Fucker wanna know Biggie was making certain while niggas was iffy
Heart is than derrières of Vicky and Nicki
But fuck up and diss me, shit will 360
And must I my body count?
It's murderous, to be
Murder is to be
Ever of me stumble?
I was born in the jungle where niggas belly's will
Get checked for thinking or
But y'all still on rap
all that
I do this in my slumber, merely
Tryna stay afloat be on a shit
I swear that I'm lost inside of the spirit of back 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 actions'll never move me
No sir, needy no ho, my homies ready to
the matter the chitter and chatter
I did it cause I can machete the
And comeback, here's a force
I'm not a act, run that
Little punk rat, fuck it, punch
In the middle of Havana
a hammer outside with pajamas
Better watch grammar around me
These haters surround me, I swear unnecessary
Gambino, you childish could never see the shit 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
bitches smoking Cubans I'm Castro
My life is like the movie, and be the director
And to get a small role, got bitches acting extra
I wrote this verse in one minute cause Bobby said that he rhymes
Intelligent, but I'm getting from bitches that's dumb fine
Got like prom with the, world on my palm
I knew that we would blow up cause bitch we be the
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 a fuck
Bitch you know the is second nature
With no pen and break it down disintegrate a hater, wassup

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

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

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