Luyện nghe bài hát A Calabasas Freestyle

This shit, let's go

This fresh whip
Pull the checks, receipt stashed, straight to the palm,
I been gone too long, feel like all different (Oh)
Swear, I've been specific
In between and flyin' over the Pacific
And all these jets that we
I seen fumble with frames, tryna keep up they image
I write writtens to the bars of your mental prison
hieroglyphs with colored pencils to Central Britain
This is potential business, the monster has
And stressed 'cause he's dressin' different
And gassin' the niggas, you're fuckin' fantastic
And fashion is Activision (Whoo)
No wonder they act suspicious, mad defensive
Man, they even grasp most practical sense
it, I'm blasted, I'm reckless (Oh, shit!)
With no actual past, it's
Rap is one of my fetishes, like a dragon that's pregnant
Young boys lyin' on they (Whoo)
Baby, if I say I got the cash, a factual sentence
is drastically different (Woah)
That's why I had to drop the tape just to shift it
Why this lil' wearin' rags if he got all the riches?
Shadow boxin' demons, diggin' ditches for all of lizards
I'm finished with 'em
And can't understand my intentions (No)
Man, they understand my inventions (Yeah)
Wish I had a intervention I was stuck in the tension (Whoo)
Ten black deep, they just want us to blend in (Oh)
That's the neural net will say when the AI is sentient
I'm a art connoisseur, you all remember this
And the future Kama Sutra, got the latest, let 'em in
I'm just a youngin' but I got the like a veteran

Oh, my, young black boy dead again
Fuck this, 'bout to the top off, let it rip
No shade, new figures, new
These niggas stick, try to put us in the chains
I just bought a new wrist, I just bought a new
Put the on the top, say we too hubris
Tried to us out the block, I been on my new shit
Man, we if you ready or not
Man, I'm with the squad, they got all the
We ever see you at the spot, they just talk a lot

Ooh, (Ooh, yuh)
They just to talk a lot
Ooh, (Yuh, damn)
Yah! (Tell 'em we on the way)
Nah, we need a big table in the
The big table, the one in the (Yah!)
You already what it is
Tell I'm back in his city, no games
Somebody get Azi on the phone a loud pack
Nah, nah, nah, I need the, I the spaghetti from Olive Garden
With the olive oil and the
the motherfucking truffle fries with no cheese, nigga
We rabid, what you it was? (Yah, ayy, yah!)
Ayy, yah