Luyện nghe bài hát 6'7 (Freestyle)

Said I'm a monster
A massive I haunt 'ya
Mastered the rap then up the monitors
Mastered that that I went for thermometors
Popped em all,then popped in the jaw of Tracy
Holla back they us
No pajamas insomnia will attack I attack pirahna does
Hit yo block like a comet , BLAHH! and you all what time it is
2012 mark 'ya calendars calisthenics and silencers exercisin' that trigger
Rock with us Metallica; no talented
I'm in a whats wild enough
might stumble upon a pack of lions
No lyin' my soilders dyin' is Iraq
lining wit stars and bars of a prison wreck
My science applyin pressure her is needed pay the proceeds
Or livin debt y'all soft as a giga-pet
You niggas can't see me unless you watchin the tv or huggin my silhouette
My got the ceiling wet
I til I feel my breath
Who sinkin my fuckin
She fuckin the fuckin
Mean my dick is the dick of
Means I'm killin pussy
Like Spike whenever that Jerry
Dre
Me and the Giant 6'7 and climbin'
Whether you storm to your
Whether beat makin or rhyming
Bumpin some Hyman
Hand full of diamonds Jay fans
On a island wit Ray
Glasses palmin' asses that probably came wit a tan

I be the fuckin mecca of these hub city spectrum
Where they at I disect them like a fucking frog rectum
Why you wreckin wit a reticle my word flow
They call the federal after I slaughter several
Etcetera Bentley passin up Celicas
They tellin us shit, high power in ya mouth bitch
And Top Dawg can bitch
Nigga what you , about face wit army outfits
The here
That mean the hustlers and the here
Penitence reachin pinacles of life and despair and me I solemnly to handle mine like a Taliban and die for it
Only difference is I ain't askin Allah for it
Only difference is I be and still apply for it
Put me in a
I know what's a sadder story
and glory
Your pain me you ain't really lived it
I take you to a block they Crippin
Or Piru that 5'2 gun than the torso of Pippen
Bitch I been doin before you niggas it
Show me different
You either kissin dick or me distance
You in a disrict of dimebags and dummys I know your statistics
Who ya boss he more my assisstant
Get lost have a egg and a
Break fast when we them biscuits
Pay when ya chain come up missin, Q..Q
[Verse 2: Q]
Double up, shit, the fuck?
Get me some my poppin
droppin
Soon they
I jus and load explode
Target flowed im blowed
Mary got swishers sweets
LA nigga east
Cheerin for the beats
X O scrape the keys
C im bangin B
Put them niggas to me
Stop and focus get the
Im hear now let the be
Ya all dudes got ovaries. PERIOD
Run on still im ventin
Air conditionin breeze
Ill
Grip my panties shoot my
Still im miles a runnin
I was getting knowledge
is throbbin shes a goblin
We be mobbin bitches
and miss and she the business
Get a pussy frenchin
Yes a
Poppin off like a

Getting
a nigga
Rush a
Stomp a
Crush a
Dust a nigga copperhead gon thrust a
Heatin up the nigga
to remember nigga
Hella sick I got a
Curse wit a verse like god told me to the shit
the clip hecklin cops
The hoover
Bada by the ding a ling
hoover
Fing wit a vision clearin it wit visine
Asing bejing
Money maker cum she
Feed the weak thats stop
At the start wit drops

Space shittin on your car lots
Boy
at least got a saturn huh?
HiiiPoWer see our huh
Workin on tracks we never been free
22 niggas shootin off Cs
Please a nigga shot 16s
16s
Bieda bing, bing, bing, bing....