Luyện nghe bài hát 6'7 (Freestyle)

Said I'm a monster
A attack I haunt 'ya
Mastered the rap then up the monitors
that after that I went for thermometors
Popped em all,then popped in the jaw of Veronica
Holla back promised us
No pajamas insomnia will attack I attack like pirahna
Hit yo block like a , BLAHH! and you all know what time it is
2012 mark 'ya calendars calisthenics and silencers exercisin' that strip
Rock with us Metallica; competition no
I'm in a jungle whats wild
might stumble upon a pack of lions
No my soilders dyin' this is Iraq
Alliances lining wit stars and bars of a prison
My science applyin pressure her strecher is needed pay the
Or livin debt y'all soft as a giga-pet
You niggas can't see me you watchin the tv or ultra huggin my silhouette
My got the ceiling wet
I spit til I my breath
Who sinkin my fuckin
She fuckin the best
Mean my dick is the dick of
Means I'm that pussy
Like whenever that Jerry slept
Dre
Me and the Giant 6'7 and climbin'
you storm to your climate
Whether your beat or rhyming
Bumpin some Phyllis
Hand full of diamonds Jay fans
On a wit Ray Bans
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 my word flow incredible
They call the federal after I slaughter several
Etcetera etcetera Bentley up Celicas
They us about shit, high power in ya mouth bitch
And Top can vouch bitch
Nigga you bout , about face wit army outfits
The here
That mean the and the criminals here
reachin pinacles of life and despair and me I solemnly swear to handle 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 know a sadder story
and glory
Your pain bore me you ain't really it
I you to a block where they Crippin
Or Piru that 5'2 gun bigger than the of Pippen
Bitch I been before you niggas ruined it
me somethin different
You kissin dick or givin me distance
You live in a disrict of dimebags and I know your statistics
Who ya boss he more like my
Get lost a egg and a biscuit
Break when we aimin them biscuits
Pay cash ya chain come up missin, Q..Q
[Verse 2: Q]
up, shit, what the fuck?
Get me my promo poppin
droppin
Soon watchin
I jus and load explode
Target flowed im blowed
Mary got some sweets
LA nigga prolly
Cheerin for the beats
X O henie the keys
C im bangin B
Put them next to me
and focus get the lead
Im now let the hardest be
Ya all them dudes got ovaries.
Run on still im ventin
Air conditionin breeze
Ill
Grip my panties shoot my
Still im cumin miles a
I was getting knowledge
is throbbin shes a goblin
We be mobbin bitches
and miss and she the business
Get a witness pussy
Yes a
off like a mission

Getting
Drop a
Rush a
Stomp a
a nigga
Dust a copperhead gon thrust a nigga
up the winnnin nigga
Somethin to remember
Hella sick I got a
Curse wit a verse like god told me to the shit
the clip hecklin cops
The king
Bada by the ding a ling
Natural
Fing ring wit a clearin it wit visine
Asing from
Money cum she cream
Feed the weak thats wing
At the start wit drops

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