Luyện nghe bài hát 773 Freestyle

[Verse 1 - Vic
Back on top, I been through more lows you can imagine
Flew higher most, I'm always traveling
Been places that you never been
all around the world, I'm victory lapping
How did it How did it happen? Stay focused with a lot of distractions
I was shipping packs like I
Used to move the product, I'm still the product of that
Killa Cam taught me calm under pressure
Mom told me keep trouble, huh, as if
I was make a little money on my own
Graduating an eighth to a zone, now I'm grown
Sixteen, started writing
Late night candle light, making sure the pen was
Shootouts outside the
I was in the when you was playing Yu-Gi-Oh!
I stopped dealing, it wasn't in the cards
When I got robbed in a car by this nigga his baby momma, he was tryna cut my price
If you hearing this song, know I'm shitting on your life
Give it to them twice, on your life
You still wife beaters, hitting on your wife
She hit me but I hit it at the night
But I even want it man, I ain't even frontin' man
Ask Mikkey Halsted, the know
little big with the Don King flow
Rumble in the jungle, Ali
Ali Baba, international
Six some summers I've out here repping
773 312
You ain't really from the don't rep it
You ain't really the city don't rep it

[Verse 2 - Joey
First things I'm back at it and back in it
Kick my habit, quit with the ad-libbing
Niggas be back-packing, this no back-pack shit
Every boom bag I had had in it
Let boys keep the attention, glorifying all of the horror stories we get left with
Four or niggas be bending corners in your section
Ghost-riding all of foreigns, we misdirected
And I'm supposed to sit by watching my young niggas die while all you young niggas
heard your fairy tales about a hundred different times
Give my brother forty five it's like a on my mind
Only west side niggas keep a on the nine
And I forty five with a hundred on my side
360 on my with my bitch in the bedroom
And she I keep it 100, 169, yeah
3 - Vic Mensa]
I'm a South Side
Prince at first avenue get my rinsed
Franklins in the sink
RP, Killa Cam, all pink
Tenth grade styling niggas thought shit was gay
Pause, fast forward, now they ride the wave
Skinny jeans, Jean, been a don
Squad look like Colors of Benetton

[Verse 4 - Purp]
Been a dream, a king, nigga
Been a god, a man, nigga
Bending corners counting
Ben and Jerry ass nigga sweeter than cinnamon
Ice cream sneakers, color as the paint job
And the inside same color as a pop
I was pulling hoes wearing Phat tank tops
First we get em in, get the number, then we get all
I just fucked your bitch with my house slippers on

[Verse 5 - Vic
Sorry I ain't even really mean to offend (right)
But my skin darker than my rims are (yeah)
Purp move so much weight he a trim spa (true)
We be hanging Steph Curry's mouth guard (yeah)
Gyllenhaal and I box Southpaw
I should prolly with Diddy, we the Outlawz
But desperate [?] put me on the PJ
Me and Joey making bands since Kids Days

6 - Joey Purp]
But days we still running it like relays
I was making plays on flip phones pre-paid
Bathing Ape tees the Bathing Ape key chain
Straight the back - uh

[Verse 7 - Vic Mensa, Purp, and both]
My new work at the factory
Cheesecake, working on a degree from
Told her this D, teach the girl a lesson
Why they still out wearing Birkenstocks
Work the block, niggas undercover serving
Underpaid and under pressure, under fear of shot
And the murder rate higher than Doctor socks
Purp be the Pusha Man, word to Fox
And nigga Vic be the fireman, shit hot!
Frost in the zip lock, dodging dick cops
Bout to go and take a trip huh, my bitch huh
Tryna make her do a huh on the dick huh
Purple!