Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
this villainous vibe
Feeling, feeling villainous vibe

[Verse 1:
on my shoulder, fuck is you sayin' ?
Swear to God our fathers were nigga relate a message
Breathless, every morning was forced to on breakfast
told me don't let these peasants throw rocks at the king
Pawns to carry 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 than derrières of Vicky and
But fuck up and diss me, shit will 360
And must I mention my body
It's murderous, to be
is to be humble?
Ever heard of me
I was born in the jungle where belly's will rumble
Get checked for or mumble
But y'all stuck on rap
all that
I do this in my slumber, merely
Tryna stay afloat be on a boat
I that I'm lost inside of the spirit of Biggie 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 in Miami, niggas'll smack your coofie
Just for acting coochie, your goofy actions'll never me
No sir, needy no ho, my homies ready to
Never the the chitter and chatter
I did it I can machete the flow
And comeback, here's a force
I'm not a dumb act, run
Little punk rat, fuck it, back
In the middle of Little
a hammer outside with pajamas
Better watch your grammar me
These haters surround me, I it's unnecessary
Gambino, you childish niggas could never see the that I do
VMG, yes VMG
Only that we see is TDE

Happy to my nigger doe

2: C Dot Castro]
Imma be the guy rap slow, sike nah
Dictating bitches 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 wrote this verse in one minute cause Bobby said that he wants
Intelligent, but I'm getting from bitches that's dumb fine
Got punchlines like prom 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 as fuck but still drop a verse with ease
I don't a fuck
Bitch you know the flow is nature
With no pen and paper break it down disintegrate a hater,

[Verse 3: Jon
Let's have a conversation
Four hundred thousand from that's a payment
Reagan's presidential arrangement
Please let this Pop kid take it back to the basement
I'm here screaming Beautiful Mind
Sick of the noodles of in all my cubical grind
So I grew 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 a Junior at prom
Yes I chose to pop charts I'm doing the
And that just means I'm dope to you and your mom
Working in the summer, AC on
in the winter like I got no heaters
Spring at the damn four seasons
In the red October screaming thank you

[Verse 4:
Feeling this vibe
Chilling with me and my
Gotta this to survive
How long I been alive?
Twenty-four and counting not including my momma womb
I'm here in the lab, and I'll be here the tomb
Album soon watch the Rattpack consume
I've been on that real
fun shit
Spit artillery, a gunship
V's up we run
Don't come with that dumb shit it's scandalous
In the studio in Los
At No I.D. hit you with the heat rock goddamn
With Bobby on the board on the floor
Hold up let me a breath here come more
This a freestyle let me redirect my
this shit just for fun, it's all over the internet
Cause bitch I'm in
Wait hold up, y'all did get the
You rappers is Initech
Bitch I've been a
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 dirty like Pat
From the of XXL
Fuck and then propel
Tour coming man I know the tickets finna sell
Really, coming for everybody's
Put my own money into this album, like half a
It's Logic, coming for their neck no
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
is Logic

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