Luyện nghe bài hát Antifreeze

I'm like the baddest rapper Ever ever? Ever!
I always it like I stood next to Uncle Fester
Swisher professor taught y'all how to be successful
Used to Run a house like Rev and and Vanessa
Yes I got a stretcher that's for competition Not in my position they ain't got a pot to in
You can call it dissin' they broke like it's tradition
Fly the hood (man you must think you) Blake Griffin
Finger I got riching
My say she loving it
She took a it took a year til I discovered it
I took my money out and I almost shut down the
I threw it in the tub and let my main chick dubbing it
The passcode on my bank is Catch Me If You Can
I know they gay just undercover like with the clan
Don't throw a and later say that you my biggest fan
Remove the mic now so it don't break and beat you with this stand
Your girl be calling me like she grab a phone
I hear 'em all her messages be rather long
These copying too much and you can't say I'm wrong
Wiz Khalifa hit the joint, now everybody ching chong
A that's on my door that say no man but me allowed
Might see woman drying off in here without a towel
Don't get confused just cause the twitter got a smile
Get on 4 square where you at and I'll come show up now
After I beat you down, and retweet this clown
I bet in person all these ain't gon' leak a sound
I travel everywhere how come your don't be around
Take trips where y'all be missing y'all must live in and found
Rap game's a female chat and all y'all do is her
really say you fresh cause all of y'all is whack except for
A few it's maybe two yeah most of y'all is pop as
I wanna a bottle and just turn your tap to ketchup
I 'em how to stunt, super Dave done taught a lecture
See me 2012 and said you as when I met ya
I'm in my robe and slippers walking round like I'm Heffner
I'm in red your girl is black, jump on her like a checker King me

Cooler then antifreeze dammit these be
The baddest thing since King had a dream
Cooler then dammit these rappers be
The baddest thing happening King had a dream

Maino hard, better pray to god
I swear to god, lames better play they
It's going down, I run town
I'm now, let's get it
Black flag. black tee, shooters in a truck
on, getting money, haters on my right nut
Left arm automa look like falling stars
Fifty shot Calico, better call on God
I'm the one they reason why they're running scared
Do it Mob style, bullet right behind his
I declare I'm the king of Kings
Stand up nigga why these haters down me
Look around I round the town these niggas clowns see
Go ahead let him talk I bet I make his mouth bleed
Homie we strong, these rap niggas
They cuddle the same bitches I pee on
getters getting bread in rainy weather
My white girl and it go panamera
I'm a don bitch miss me with that
.44 holster underneath my
Fuck nigga the reason to love
My last homie snaked me that's why I don't trust
to the devil is where I took them
Fuck you heard I run Brooklyn

[Lloyd
Can't stop too much cream me on your movie screen
Got the sweater, got the hat, sneaker, and the Gucci
than I used to be, time to get them used to Queens
Flawless bitches usually turn all into super fiens
Mamy I'm the coolest PYT's to cougars
The haters remorse can D-I-E from rugers
Nigga say hello to Judahs, how I do this
Cleanest pictures out of Beemers with the blue wrist
Shorty keep my name low till my name, tell my angle
I'm touring and she off her leggings on the table
popping on the Skyp, crustin' on the phone
I'm a fuck her with my freestyle going off the
I got her smoking now, she's glowing off patron
Kush cologne, when I push my poem, cripple chrome
In my Queens, Manhattan, Island, Bronx, and Brooklyn zone
And my meaner packing, paper staking, go get your own