Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
Feeling this vibe
Feeling, feeling villainous vibe

1: QuEst]
Chip on my shoulder, is you sayin' ?
Swear to God our fathers playing nigga relate a message
Breathless, every morning was forced to skip on
Mama told me don't let peasants throw rocks at the king
Pawns tend to carry on no conscience
Straight non-sense, pay homage or K's vomit,
Fucker wanna know Biggie was making certain while niggas was getting
Heart is than derrières of Vicky and Nicki
But up and diss me, this shit will 360
And I mention my body count?
murderous, to be humble
is to be humble?
Ever of me stumble?
I was born in the jungle niggas belly's will rumble
Get checked for thinking or
But y'all stuck on rap
all that
I do this in my slumber, merely
Tryna stay be on a boat shit
I swear that I'm lost inside of the spirit of back in his lumberjack
Or Nasir with the fatigue, I stifle, street's disciple
My raps are trifle, I shoot for my...you get the picture
I was raised in Miami, niggas'll smack 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 I can machete the flow
And comeback, a force fact
I'm not a act, run that
Little punk rat, fuck it, back
In the middle of Havana
a hammer outside with pajamas
Better watch your around me
These haters surround me, I swear unnecessary
Gambino, you childish could never see the shit that I do
VMG, yes VMG
Only that we see is TDE

Happy birthday to my doe

2: C Dot Castro]
Imma be the guy rap slow, sike nah
Dictating bitches smoking Cubans I'm
My life is like the movie, and I'll be the
And just to get a small role, got bitches acting
I wrote this in one minute cause Bobby said that he wants rhymes
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 drunk as fuck but still drop a with ease
I don't give a
Bitch you know the flow is second
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
Kennedy presidential arrangement
Please don't let this Pop kid it back to the basement
I'm still screaming Beautiful Mind
Sick of the noodles of rhyme in all my cubical
So I just grew and decided to put you in your
Ooodles and boodles of bags from Louis Vuitton
Getting money lawyers we have a Jew of a time
With liquor in a Poland Spring like a at prom
Yes I chose to pop charts I'm doing the
And that just means I'm fucking dope to you and mom
in the summer, AC on freezing
Working in the winter I got no heaters
Spring rolls at the damn seasons
In the red October screaming you Yeezus

[Verse 4:
Feeling villainous vibe
with me and my Tribe
Gotta spit this to
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
I've on that real shit
fun shit
Spit artillery, like a
V's up we run
Don't come with that dumb shit it's scandalous
In the in Los Angeles
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 freestyle let me redirect my
Drop this just for fun, it's all over the internet
Cause bitch I'm in
hold up, y'all did get the Memo?
You rappers is Initech
Bitch been a fact
Hit you Hiroshima then intercept
it yo
See now all the real fans know that the album goin be
Spit it off the top and get like Pat Swayze
the cover of XXL
Fuck around and then
Tour coming soon man I know the finna sell
Really, coming for Achilles
Put my own money into album, like half a millie
It's Logic, coming for their neck no
I did this shit in two or less
a year on the album, who knows what to expect (Sinatra)
Spent a on the album, who knows what to expect
is Logic

(Flawless Victory)
Happy to me motherfucker
my birthday !