Luyện nghe bài hát 6'7 (Freestyle)

Said I'm a fuckin'
A attack I haunt 'ya
the rap then fucked up the monitors
Mastered that after I went for thermometors
em all,then popped in the jaw of Tracy Veronica
Holla back they us
No insomnia will attack I attack like pirahna does
Hit yo block like a comet , BLAHH! and you all know time it is
2012 mark 'ya calendars and silencers exercisin' that trigger strip
with us Metallica; competition no talented
I'm in a jungle whats wild
Just might upon a pack of lions
No lyin' my dyin' this is Iraq
lining wit stars and bars of a prison wreck
My science applyin pressure her strecher is pay the proceeds
Or your debt y'all soft as a giga-pet
You niggas can't see me unless you watchin the tv or ultra my silhouette
My got the ceiling wet
I til I feel my breath
Who sinkin my chest
She fuckin the fuckin
Mean my is the dick of death
Means I'm killin that
Like Spike whenever that slept
Dre
Me and Andre the 6'7 and climbin'
Whether you storm to your
your beat makin or rhyming
Bumpin Phyllis Hyman
full of diamonds like Jay fans
On a wit Ray Bans
Glasses palmin' asses that probably wit a great tan

I be the mother fuckin mecca of these hub city
Where they at I will them like a fucking frog rectum
Why you wreckin wit a reticle my word incredible
They call the federal after I slaughter several
etcetera Bentley passin up Celicas
They tellin us about shit, high power in ya bitch
And Top can vouch 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 never askin for it
difference is I be spazzin and still apply for it
Put me in a
I don't know a sadder story
Guts and
Your pain me you ain't really lived it
I you to a block where they Crippin
Or that 5'2 gun bigger than the torso of Pippen
Bitch I been before you niggas ruined it
Show me different
You kissin dick or givin me distance
You live in a disrict of dimebags and dummys I your statistics
Who ya boss he like my assisstant
Get lost have a egg and a
Break when we aimin them biscuits
Pay cash when ya chain up missin, Q..Q
2: ScHoolBoy Q]
Double up, shit, what the
Get me some my poppin
droppin
Soon watchin
I jus lock and load
flowed im somewhere blowed
Mary got some sweets
LA nigga prolly
Cheerin for the ragin
X O scrape the keys
Bangin C im B
Put niggas next to me
and focus get the lead
Im hear now let the be
Ya all them dudes got ovaries.
Run on sentin still im
Air conditionin coolest
Ill
Grip my shoot my semen
Still im miles a runnin
I was learnin knowledge
Head is shes a goblin
We be mobbin over
Stick and and she the business
Get a pussy frenchin
Yes a
off like a mission

Getting
Drop a
a nigga
Stomp a
a nigga
Dust a nigga gon thrust a nigga
Heatin up the nigga
Somethin to remember
Hella I got a spit
Curse wit a verse god told me to kill the shit
Load the clip cops
The king
Bada bing by the a ling
hoover
Fing ring wit a vision it wit visine
Asing from
Money maker cum she
Feed the weak thats stop
At the start wit rain

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