Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
Feeling this vibe
Feeling, feeling this vibe

1: QuEst]
Chip on my shoulder, is you sayin' ?
Swear to God our fathers were playing nigga a message
Breathless, every morning was to skip on breakfast
Mama told me don't let these peasants throw rocks at the
Pawns to carry on with no conscience
non-sense, pay homage or K's vomit, verbal
Fucker wanna know Biggie was making certain while niggas was getting
Heart is bigger derrières of Vicky and Nicki
But fuck up and me, this shit will 360
And I mention my body count?
It's murderous, to be
Murder is to be
heard of me stumble?
I was born in the jungle niggas belly's will rumble
Get for thinking or mumble
But y'all still on rap
Fuck all
I do in my slumber, merely ventilation
Tryna stay afloat be on a shit
I swear that I'm lost inside of the of Biggie back in his lumberjack
Or Nasir with the fatigue, I stifle, street's disciple
My raps are trifle, I slugs for my...you get the picture
I was raised in Miami, smack your coofie
Just for coochie, your goofy actions'll never move me
No sir, needy no ho, my ready to roll
Never the the chitter 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 middle of Little
Holding a hammer with pajamas
Better watch grammar around me
These haters surround me, I swear it's
Gambino, you childish niggas could 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 to get a small role, got bitches acting extra
I wrote this verse in one minute cause Bobby that he wants rhymes
Intelligent, but I'm getting brain from bitches that's dumb
Got punchlines like prom with the, on my palm
I knew that we 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 drop a verse with ease
I don't a fuck
Bitch you the flow is second nature
With no pen and paper break it down disintegrate a hater,

[Verse 3: Jon
Let's have a conversation
Four thousand from Eminem that's a payment
Reagan's presidential arrangement
Please don't let this Pop kid take it back to the
I'm still here Beautiful 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 Louis
Getting with lawyers we have a Jew of a time
With liquor in a Poland Spring like a at prom
Yes I to pop charts I'm doing the crime
And that just means I'm fucking to you and your mom
in the summer, AC on freezing
Working in the winter I got no heaters
Spring rolls at the damn seasons
In the red screaming thank you Yeezus

[Verse 4:
Feeling this vibe
Chilling with me and my
Gotta this to survive
How long have I alive?
Twenty-four years and counting not 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 real shit
That fun
Spit artillery, like a
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 the heat rock goddamn
With Bobby on the board on the floor
up let me take a breath here come more
This a let me redirect my intellect
Drop this shit just for fun, it's all over the
bitch I'm in effect
Wait up, y'all did get the Memo?
You Lumbergh is Initech
Bitch I've a fact
Hit you Hiroshima then intercept
it yo
See now all the real fans that the album goin be crazy
Spit it off the top and get dirty Pat Swayze
From the of XXL
Fuck and then propel
coming soon man I know the tickets finna sell
Really, for everybody's Achilles
Put my own money this album, like half a millie
It's Logic, for their neck no disrespect
I did this in two minutes or less
Spent a on the album, who knows what to expect (Sinatra)
a year on the album, who knows what to expect
This is

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