Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
this villainous vibe
Feeling, feeling this vibe

[Verse 1:
Chip on my shoulder, fuck is you ?
Swear to God our fathers were playing relate a message
Breathless, every morning was forced to on breakfast
Mama told me don't let peasants throw rocks at the king
tend 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 of Vicky and Nicki
But fuck up and diss me, shit will 360
And must I mention my count?
It's murderous, to be
Murder is to be
Ever heard of me
I was born in the where niggas belly's will rumble
Get for thinking or mumble
But y'all stuck on rap
all that
I do this in my slumber, ventilation
Tryna afloat be on a boat shit
I that I'm lost inside of the spirit of Biggie back in his lumberjack
Or Nasir with the fatigue, I stifle, street's disciple
My raps are trifle, I shoot slugs for my...you get the
I was raised in Miami, niggas'll smack your
Just for acting coochie, your actions'll never move me
No sir, no ho, my homies ready to roll
the matter the chitter and chatter
I did it cause I can 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
Holding a hammer outside with
watch your grammar around me
These haters me, I swear it's unnecessary
Gambino, you niggas could never see the shit that I do
VMG, yes VMG
Only competition we see is TDE

Happy to my nigger doe

2: C Dot Castro]
Imma be the guy that rap slow, nah
Dictating bitches smoking Cubans I'm
My life is the movie, and I'll be the director
And just to get a small role, got bitches acting
I wrote this verse in one minute cause Bobby said that he rhymes
Intelligent, but I'm brain from bitches that's dumb fine
Got punchlines 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 drunk as fuck but still drop a verse with ease
I don't give a
Bitch you the flow is second nature
no pen and paper break it down disintegrate a hater, wassup

[Verse 3: Jon
have a money conversation
Four thousand from Eminem that's a payment
Kennedy Reagan's presidential
Please let this Pop kid take it back to the basement
I'm still screaming Beautiful 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 from Louis Vuitton
Getting money with lawyers we a Jew of a time
With in a Poland Spring like a Junior at prom
Yes I chose to pop charts I'm doing the
And that just 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 four seasons
In the red screaming thank you Yeezus

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

(Flawless Victory)
Happy to me motherfucker
my birthday !