Luyện nghe bài hát Antifreeze

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

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

Maino hustle hard, better to god
I swear to god, lames better play they
It's going down, I run town
I'm now, let's get it
flag. black tee, shooters in a black truck
Diamonds on, getting money, on my right nut
arm automa bezzle look like falling stars
Fifty shot Calico, better call on God
I'm the one they fear reason why running scared
Do it Mob style, right behind his head
I declare I'm the of Kings County
Stand up nigga why these can't down me
Look around I the town these other niggas clowns see
Go let him talk slick I bet I make his mouth bleed
Homie we strong, rap niggas peeons
cuddle with the same bitches I pee on
Brick getting bread in rainy weather
My girl savetta and it go panamera
I'm a don miss me with that nonsense
.44 holster underneath my
Fuck nigga the reason to love
My last homie snaked me that's why I trust niggas
Straight to the devil is where I took
Fuck what you I run Brooklyn

[Lloyd
Can't stop too much veiw me on your movie screen
Got the sweater, got the hat, sneaker, and the Gucci
Sicker I used to be, time to get them used to Queens
Flawless bitches usually turn them all into fiens
I'm the coolest from PYT's to cougars
The haters remorse they can D-I-E rugers
Nigga say hello to Judahs, genius how I do
Cleanest pictures out of Beemers with the blue wrist
Shorty keep my name low my name, tell honey my angle
I'm touring and she taking off her on the table
popping on the Skyp, crustin' on the phone
I'm a fuck her my freestyle going off the dome
I got her weed 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, staking, bitch go get your own