Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
Feeling this villainous
Feeling, feeling this vibe

1: QuEst]
Chip on my shoulder, is you sayin' ?
Swear to God our fathers were nigga relate a message
Breathless, morning was forced to skip on breakfast
Mama told me don't let these throw rocks at the king
Pawns tend to on with no conscience
non-sense, pay homage or K's vomit, verbal
Fucker wanna know Biggie was making while niggas was getting iffy
Heart is bigger derrières of Vicky and Nicki
But fuck up and diss me, this will 360
And I mention my body count?
murderous, to be humble
Murder is to be
Ever heard of me
I was born in the jungle where niggas belly's rumble
Get for thinking or mumble
But still stuck on rap
all that
I do in my slumber, merely ventilation
stay afloat be on a boat shit
I swear that I'm lost inside of the spirit of back in his lumberjack
Or Nasir the fatigue, I felt stifle, street's disciple
My raps are trifle, I shoot for my...you get the picture
I was raised in Miami, niggas'll smack your
Just for acting coochie, your goofy actions'll move 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
punk rat, fuck it, punch back
In the of Little Havana
Holding a hammer outside with
Better watch grammar around me
haters surround me, I swear it's unnecessary
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

[Verse 2: C Dot
be the guy that rap slow, sike nah
Dictating 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 this verse in one minute cause Bobby said that he wants rhymes
Intelligent, but I'm getting brain bitches that's dumb fine
Got punchlines like prom with the, on my palm
I knew that we would blow up cause bitch we be the
Rattpack out to get the cheese, a verse get fifty Gs
Hit the studio drunk as fuck but still drop a with ease
I give a fuck
you know the flow is second nature
With no pen and paper break it down a hater, wassup

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

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

(Flawless Victory)
Happy birthday to me
my birthday !