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 after 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 , BLAHH! and you all know what 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 of lions
No lyin' my soilders dyin' is Iraq
Alliances lining wit stars and bars of a wreck
My science applyin pressure her strecher is needed pay the
Or your livin debt y'all as a giga-pet
You niggas can't see me unless you watchin the tv or ultra huggin my
My got the ceiling wet
I spit til I feel my
Who sinkin my chest
She fuckin the fuckin
Mean my dick is the of death
Means I'm killin pussy
Like Spike whenever that slept
Dre
Me and Andre the 6'7 and climbin'
Whether you to your climate
Whether your beat makin or
some Phyllis Hyman
Hand full of diamonds Jay fans
On a island wit Ray
Glasses palmin' asses that probably came wit a tan

I be the mother mecca of these hub city spectrum
Where they at I will them like a fucking frog rectum
Why you wreckin wit a reticle my word flow
They probably call the federal after I several
Etcetera Bentley passin up Celicas
tellin us about shit, high power in ya mouth bitch
And Top can vouch bitch
Nigga what you bout , about face wit army
The generals
mean the hustlers and the criminals 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 askin for it
Only difference is I be spazzin and still for it
Put me in a
I don't know a sadder story
and glory
Your pain bore me you ain't really it
I take you to a block they Crippin
Or Piru that 5'2 gun bigger than the of Pippen
I been doin before you niggas ruined it
Show me somethin
You either kissin or givin 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]
up, shit, what the fuck?
Get me my promo poppin
Setbacks
Soon they
I jus lock and load
Target flowed im somewhere
Mary got swishers sweets
LA nigga prolly
for the ragin 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 still im ventin
Air conditionin breeze
Ill
Grip my panties shoot my
Still im cumin a runnin
I was learnin getting
Head is throbbin a goblin
We be over bitches
Stick and and she the business
Get a witness pussy
Yes a
Poppin off a mission

Getting
Drop a
a nigga
Stomp a
Crush a
Dust a nigga gon thrust a nigga
up the winnnin nigga
Somethin to nigga
sick I got a spit
Curse wit a verse like god told me to kill the
Load the hecklin cops
The hoover
Bada bing by the ding a
Natural
Fing ring wit a vision it wit visine
from bejing
Money cum she cream
Feed the weak thats stop
At the start wit rain

Space shuttle shittin on your car
Boy
Could at least got a saturn
HiiiPoWer see our huh
Workin on tracks like we never been
22 squezze shootin off Cs
Please thought a nigga 16s
16s
Bieda bing, bing, bing, bing....