Luyện nghe bài hát 6'7 (Freestyle)

Said I'm a fuckin'
A massive I haunt 'ya
Mastered the rap fucked up the monitors
that after that I went for thermometors
Popped em all,then in the jaw of Tracy Veronica
Holla they promised us
No pajamas insomnia will attack I attack like pirahna
Hit yo block like a comet , BLAHH! and you all know time it is
2012 mark 'ya calisthenics and silencers exercisin' that trigger strip
Rock with us competition no talented
I'm in a jungle wild enough
Just might stumble upon a pack of
No my soilders dyin' this is Iraq
Alliances lining wit stars and bars of a wreck
My science applyin her strecher is needed pay the proceeds
Or livin debt y'all soft as a giga-pet
You niggas can't see me unless you the tv or ultra huggin my silhouette
My got the ceiling wet
I spit til I my breath
Who my fuckin chest
She fuckin the fuckin
Mean my dick is the dick of
Means I'm killin pussy
Like Spike whenever that slept
Dre
Me and Andre the 6'7 and climbin'
you storm to your climate
Whether your beat or rhyming
Bumpin some Phyllis
full of diamonds like Jay fans
On a wit Ray Bans
palmin' asses that probably came wit a great tan

I be the mother fuckin of these hub city spectrum
Where they at I will disect them like a fucking frog
Why you wreckin wit a reticle my flow incredible
They probably the federal after I slaughter several
Etcetera etcetera passin up Celicas
They tellin us shit, high power in ya mouth bitch
And Top can vouch bitch
Nigga what you bout , about face wit outfits
The generals
That mean the hustlers and the here
Penitence reachin pinacles of life and despair and me I solemnly swear to mine like a Taliban and die for it
Only difference is I ain't never Allah for it
Only is I be spazzin and still apply for it
Put me in a
I don't what's a sadder story
and glory
Your pain bore me you ain't lived it
I you to a block where they Crippin
Or Piru that 5'2 gun bigger the torso of Pippen
Bitch I doin before you niggas ruined it
Show me somethin
You either kissin dick or givin me
You live in a disrict of dimebags and dummys I know statistics
Who ya boss he more like my
Get lost a egg and a biscuit
Break fast when we them biscuits
Pay cash when ya come up missin, Q..Q
[Verse 2: Q]
up, shit, what the fuck?
Get me some my poppin
droppin
Soon watchin
I jus lock and load
flowed im somewhere blowed
Mary got some swishers
LA prolly east
Cheerin for the beats
X O scrape the keys
Bangin C im B
Put them next to me
Stop and get the lead
Im hear now let the be
Ya all them got ovaries. PERIOD
Run on sentin still im
Air conditionin breeze
Ill
Grip my shoot my semen
Still im cumin miles a
I was learnin getting
Head is throbbin a goblin
We be mobbin bitches
Stick and miss and she the
Get a witness pussy
Yes a
Poppin off like a

Getting
Drop a
a nigga
Stomp a
Crush a
Dust a nigga copperhead gon a nigga
Heatin up the nigga
Somethin to remember
sick I got a spit
Curse wit a like god told me to kill the shit
Load the clip cops
The hoover
Bada bing by the a ling
Natural
ring wit a vision clearin it wit visine
Asing bejing
Money cum she cream
Feed the weak wing stop
At the start wit drops

Space shuttle shittin on car lots
Boy
at least got a saturn huh?
HiiiPoWer see our huh
Workin on tracks like we been free
22 squezze niggas off Cs
Please thought a nigga 16s
16s
Bieda bing, bing, bing, bing....