Luyện nghe bài hát Back To Da Crib Freestyle

Look, aha, yup, you know i had to this,
type cold, ice froze, no preservatives,
Young lad, walk into the pad with a a chicks,
That's why i don't talk to em, i just chirp a bitch,
Nah i'm lyin' i BBM,
Got a buncha fake tryna BB him,
Clean BM's is what hoes see me in,
See rich nigga's, Yeah, i'm tryna BB them,
Yeah, aha,
whores, ima 4 door,
Here the pussy, get it deeper than the corridor,
whores, 4 more up in the Ford Explorer,
It's the truth, I'm not Boots like Dora,
My Checks Val Veto,
Shawty I'm recordin', I ain't talkin' TIVO,
She say the Game' like a torpedo,
So ima her home, and I ain't talkin' bout the deep hole,
No wait, We sittin' Creme Brulee,
Now she wanna it all back, OJ,
No doorman, Got a bitches on me,
Plus i'm probably yo mommy, and she got me feelin' raunchy,
like fuckin' fuckin' her,
Fuck it, put the in her,
Now it's to money man, I'm all about my duckies, brah,
Now up and get your buckins up,
Your celibate, you can't fuck with us,
Ehhh, I make a stitch horny,
And a sky stormy,
And a fly corny,
The hoes, yeah, yeah, all just adore me,
I spit the heat, from the grill like a 'Forman',
Put your haters in 'Defeat' (The feet), like some Jordans,
Or some Checks, so tell me what your sportin',
Tim, no Hortons, so important,
Criminal, you couldn't Trace Me (Tracy), like Morgan,
Yeah, Yeah, And I don't even Back,
I ain't Stefani, I don't holla back,
Yeah, Yeah, And nigga you can that,
a phone company, tell us, and Roger That,
Yeah, the top of my frame,
Got ya girl lookin' good the top of my frane,
Yeah, I'm freestylin' off the top of my brain,
Now it seems every hoe wanna give me top of some brains, nigga.