Luyện nghe bài hát A Calabasas Freestyle

This iconic shit, go

This fresh whip
Pull the checks, stashed, straight to the palm, drippin'
I been too long, feel like it's all different (Oh)
Swear, I've been always
In between destinations and flyin' the Pacific
And all these that we rented
I seen niggas fumble frames, tryna keep up they image
I write writtens to break the bars of your prison
Stencil hieroglyphs with colored pencils to Central
This is potential business, the monster has
And they stressed 'cause dressin' different
And the freshest niggas, you're fuckin' fantastic
And your is Activision (Whoo)
No wonder act suspicious, they mad defensive
Man, they couldn't even grasp practical sense
Fuck it, I'm blasted, I'm (Oh, shit!)
With no actual past, it's
Rap is just one of my fetishes, like a that's pregnant
boys lyin' on they records (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 lil' nigga wearin' rags if he got all the riches?
Shadow boxin' demons, diggin' ditches for all of these
When I'm with 'em
And they can't my intentions (No)
Man, can't understand my inventions (Yeah)
Wish I had a intervention I was stuck in the tension (Whoo)
Ten sheep deep, they just want us to blend in (Oh)
That's what the neural net say when the AI is sentient
I'm a art connoisseur, hope you all this
And tell the future Sutra, got the latest, let 'em in
I'm a youngin' but I got the knowledge like a veteran

Oh, my, 'nother young black boy dead
Fuck this, to blow 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 a new whip
Put the vision on the top, say we too
Tried to kick us out the block, I on my new shit
Man, we come if you or not
Man, I'm the squad, they 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 know what it is
Tell I'm back in his city, no games
Somebody get Azi on the phone with a loud
Nah, nah, nah, I need the, I need the spaghetti from Garden
With the oil and the garilc
the motherfucking truffle fries with no cheese, nigga
We rabid, what you thought it (Yah, ayy, yah!)
Ayy, yah