Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
Feeling villainous vibe
Feeling, feeling this vibe

1: QuEst]
Chip on my shoulder, fuck is you ?
Swear to God our fathers were playing nigga a message
Breathless, every morning was forced to on breakfast
Mama me don't let these peasants throw rocks at the king
Pawns tend to carry on no conscience
Straight non-sense, pay or K's vomit, verbal
Fucker wanna know Biggie was making while niggas was getting iffy
is bigger than derrières of Vicky and Nicki
But fuck up and diss me, this shit 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 niggas will rumble
Get checked for thinking or
But y'all still on rap
all that
I do this in my slumber, merely
Tryna afloat be on a boat shit
I swear I'm lost inside of the spirit of Biggie back in his lumberjack
Or Nasir with the fatigue, I stifle, street's disciple
My are trifle, I shoot slugs for my...you get the picture
I was in Miami, niggas'll smack your coofie
Just for acting coochie, goofy 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 dumb act, run
Little punk rat, 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 niggas could never see the shit that I do
VMG, yes VMG
Only that we see is TDE

Happy to my nigger doe

[Verse 2: C Dot
Imma be the guy that rap slow, nah
Dictating bitches Cubans I'm Castro
My is like the movie, and I'll be the director
And just to get a role, got bitches acting extra
I wrote this verse in one cause Bobby said that he wants rhymes
Intelligent, but I'm getting brain from that's dumb fine
Got like prom with the, world on my palm
I knew that we would blow up cause we be the bomb
Rattpack out to get the cheese, drop a verse get Gs
Hit the studio drunk as fuck but still drop a verse with
I don't give a
Bitch you know the flow is nature
With no pen and paper break it disintegrate a hater, wassup

[Verse 3: Jon
Let's a money conversation
hundred thousand from Eminem that's a payment
Kennedy presidential arrangement
don't let this Pop kid take 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 bags from Louis Vuitton
Getting money with lawyers we a Jew of a time
With liquor in a Spring like a Junior at prom
Yes I chose to pop I'm doing 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
Spring rolls at the damn four
In the red October thank you Yeezus

[Verse 4:
Feeling villainous vibe
with me and my Tribe
Gotta spit to survive
How long have I alive?
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 the Rattpack consume
been on that real shit
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. spot hit you the heat rock goddamn
With Bobby on the everybody on the floor
Hold up let me take a here come more
This a freestyle let me my intellect
Drop shit just for fun, it's all over the internet
bitch I'm in effect
Wait up, y'all did get the Memo?
You Lumbergh rappers is
Bitch I've a fact
Hit you like Hiroshima intercept
it yo
See now all the real know that the album goin be crazy
Spit it off the top and get dirty Pat Swayze
the cover of XXL
Fuck around and then
Tour coming man I know the tickets finna sell
Really, for everybody's Achilles
Put my own money into this album, like a millie
It's Logic, for their neck no disrespect
I did shit in two minutes or less
Spent a year on the album, who knows what to (Sinatra)
Spent a year on the album, who knows what to
This is

(Flawless Victory)
Happy to me motherfucker
my birthday !