Luyện nghe bài hát A Calabasas Freestyle

This iconic shit, go

This fresh whip
Pull the checks, receipt stashed, to the palm, drippin'
I been gone too long, like it's all different (Oh)
Swear, I've been specific
In destinations and flyin' over the Pacific
And all these that we rented
I seen fumble with frames, tryna keep up they image
I write writtens to break the bars of mental prison
Stencil hieroglyphs with colored pencils to Central
This is potential business, the has awoken
And they stressed 'cause dressin' different
And gassin' the niggas, you're fuckin' fantastic
And your fashion is (Whoo)
No they act suspicious, they mad defensive
Man, they couldn't even most practical sense
it, I'm blasted, I'm reckless (Oh, shit!)
With no actual past, impressive
Rap is just one of my fetishes, like a that's pregnant
Young lyin' on they records (Whoo)
Baby, if I say I got the cash, it's a sentence
This is drastically (Woah)
why I had to drop the tape just to gradually shift it
Why this lil' nigga rags if he got all the riches?
Shadow boxin' demons, diggin' ditches for all of these
I'm finished with 'em
And they can't understand my (No)
Man, they can't understand my (Yeah)
I had a intervention when I was stuck in the tension (Whoo)
Ten black sheep deep, they want us to blend in (Oh)
That's what the neural net 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 but I got the knowledge like a veteran

Oh, my, 'nother young black boy dead
this, 'bout to blow the top off, let it rip
No shade, new figures, new
These won't 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 kick us out the block, I been on my new
Man, we come if you or not
Man, I'm with the squad, got all the guap
We don't see you at the spot, they just talk a lot

Ooh, (Ooh, yuh)
They like to talk a lot
Ooh, (Yuh, damn)
Yah! (Tell 'em we on the way)
Nah, we need a big in the party
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 need the spaghetti from Olive
With the olive oil and the
the motherfucking truffle fries with no cheese, nigga
We rabid, what you thought it (Yah, ayy, yah!)
Ayy, yah