Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
this villainous vibe
Feeling, feeling villainous vibe

[Verse 1:
Chip on my shoulder, fuck is you ?
Swear to God our were playing nigga relate a message
Breathless, every morning was to skip on breakfast
Mama told me don't let 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 certain while niggas was getting
Heart is bigger than derrières of Vicky and
But up and diss me, this shit will 360
And must I my body count?
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 for thinking or mumble
But y'all stuck on rap
all that
I do this in my slumber, merely
stay afloat be on a boat shit
I swear that I'm inside of the spirit of Biggie back in his lumberjack
Or Nasir with the fatigue, I felt stifle, 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 never me
No sir, needy no ho, my homies ready to
Never the the chitter and chatter
I did it cause I can machete the
And comeback, here's a fact
I'm not a dumb act, run
Little punk rat, fuck it, punch
In the of Little Havana
Holding a outside with pajamas
Better watch your grammar me
These haters surround me, I swear unnecessary
Gambino, you childish niggas 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 rap slow, sike nah
Dictating bitches Cubans I'm Castro
My life is like the movie, and I'll be the
And just to get a small role, got acting extra
I wrote this verse in one cause Bobby said that he wants rhymes
Intelligent, but I'm getting brain from bitches that's dumb
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, a verse get fifty Gs
Hit the studio drunk as fuck but drop a verse with ease
I don't give a
Bitch you know the flow is nature
With no pen and paper break it down a hater, wassup

3: Jon Bellion]
Let's a money conversation
Four hundred from Eminem that's a payment
Kennedy presidential arrangement
Please don't let this Pop kid take it back to the
I'm still here Beautiful Mind
of the noodles of rhyme in all my cubical grind
So I grew and decided to put you in your spot
Ooodles and of blue bags from Louis Vuitton
Getting with lawyers we have a Jew of a time
With liquor in a Poland Spring a Junior at prom
Yes I chose to pop I'm doing the crime
And just means I'm fucking dope to you and your mom
in the summer, AC on freezing
Working in the like I got no heaters
Spring rolls at the damn seasons
In the red screaming 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 here until the
coming soon watch the Rattpack consume
I've been on that shit
fun shit
Spit artillery, like a
V's up we run
Don't around with that dumb shit it's scandalous
In the in Los Angeles
At No I.D. hit you with the heat rock goddamn
Bobby on the board everybody on the floor
Hold up let me take a breath come more
This a freestyle let me redirect my
Drop this just for fun, it's all over the internet
Cause I'm in effect
Wait hold up, did get the Memo?
You Lumbergh is Initech
Bitch I've a fact
Hit you like then intercept
it yo
See now all the fans know that the album goin be crazy
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, 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 shit in two minutes or
Spent a year on the album, who what to expect (Sinatra)
a year on the album, who knows what to expect
This is

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