Luyện nghe bài hát 6'7 (Freestyle)

Said I'm a fuckin'
A massive attack I 'ya
Mastered the rap then fucked up the
Mastered that after I went for thermometors
em all,then popped in the jaw of Tracy Veronica
Holla back promised us
No pajamas insomnia attack I attack like pirahna does
Hit yo block like a comet , BLAHH! and you all know time it is
mark 'ya calendars calisthenics and silencers exercisin' that trigger strip
Rock with us Metallica; no talented
I'm in a jungle whats wild
Just might stumble upon a of lions
No my soilders dyin' this is Iraq
Alliances lining wit stars and bars of a prison
My applyin pressure her strecher is needed pay the proceeds
Or your livin debt 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 spit til I my breath
Who sinkin my chest
She the fuckin best
Mean my dick is the of death
Means I'm killin that
Like Spike whenever Jerry slept
Dre
Me and Andre the Giant 6'7 and
you storm to your climate
Whether your beat or rhyming
Bumpin some Hyman
Hand of diamonds like Jay fans
On a wit Ray Bans
Glasses palmin' asses probably came wit a great tan

I be the mother fuckin mecca of hub city spectrum
Where they at I will disect them like a fucking frog
Why you wreckin wit a reticle my word flow
They call the federal after I slaughter 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 , face wit army outfits
The here
That mean the hustlers and the here
Penitence reachin pinacles of life and despair and me I solemnly swear to handle mine 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 don't what's a sadder story
Guts and
Your pain bore me you really lived it
I take you to a block where Crippin
Or Piru that 5'2 gun bigger than the of Pippen
Bitch I been doin you niggas ruined it
Show me somethin
You either kissin dick or me distance
You live in a disrict of and dummys I know your statistics
Who ya boss he like my assisstant
Get have a egg and a biscuit
Break fast when we aimin them
Pay cash ya chain come up missin, Q..Q
2: ScHoolBoy Q]
Double up, shit, the fuck?
Get me some my poppin
droppin
Soon they
I jus and load explode
Target im somewhere blowed
Mary got some sweets
LA prolly east
Cheerin for the beats
X O henie the keys
Bangin C im B
Put niggas next to me
Stop and focus get the
Im now let the hardest be
Ya all dudes got ovaries. PERIOD
Run on still im ventin
Air conditionin breeze
Ill
Grip my panties my semen
Still im miles a runnin
I was getting knowledge
Head is throbbin shes a
We be mobbin over
and miss and she the business
Get a pussy frenchin
Yes a
off like a mission

Getting
a nigga
Rush a
a nigga
Crush a
a nigga copperhead gon thrust a nigga
Heatin up the winnnin
Somethin to remember
Hella I got a spit
Curse wit a like god told me to kill the shit
Load the hecklin cops
The king
Bada by the ding a ling
hoover
Fing ring wit a clearin it wit visine
Asing bejing
Money cum she cream
Feed the weak wing stop
At the wit rain drops

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