Luyện nghe bài hát Barry Bonds Freestyle

Yeah,
It's what you all been waiting for it
Your weekly
For me to get a hold of beat
And go ahead it
I'm to paint a picture
You go ahead frame it
Since we gettin
On some and Elaine shit
I flow far mediocre
And if we talking cards I will him with the poker
You and your whole crew are a deck of 54
So it's obvious ya'll steady be rollin with some jokers
Uh, and me, I'm with some brokers
Like damn, you niggas get any broker?
I got my new girl so
Just save yourself the embarrassment, even approach her
yourself, go buy a costume
I am making stocks work, while you working rooms
Uh, and I was praying I drop June,
But label reps applying pressure to them pop tunes
So I keep it for peets sake
You fake rappers are cliche
And if you ain't talking dough when you meet
be in your face,
Like "No a la ingls"
as you hear it you quote it
They tryin to be the one that I done out the show with
But trust me I'm aware, and my car's right
Is this interior enough for ulterior motives?
Cause if you like it you stick with me
My money good, I neva had to flip a key
A lotta ice, a lotta like Dickey D
Might cut the phone and like Mishy Me
But I'm tryna have you on that with me
through Henry Bendale like it's slippery
And yo ex man is a hater,
Probably cause he know I'm exactly what you wish be
Yeah, that's the reason why he looking
Cause I done snatched the Chips Ahoy out his jar
He just mad cause his at the house
With her stickin' out,
Like a Michael rookie card
Let me this, pardon me while I fix
A subliminal lines caught me in the mix
I guess he thought that he been gotti in the flix
But at this point I'm just poking a body with a
Now-a-days rapping is a hobby
And keep telling me I'm still as snobby
I tell myself is who I am feeling probably
Just because I buzz like a building lobby
It ain't a that your ass finna skipp
I tried to sell weed, give me cash for zip
The way your girlfriend me up in the car
Seem like she really need no gas for the trip
Millionaire shades, with the waves
I smirk at a nigga if he rockin braids
That just let's me know that we ain't on the page
And that goes out to every except Trey
(Eyy) I'm outta here baby, they me about the past years and how does it phase me
I take it back, nah not if you pay me
Mister, betcha that's expensive it's not a Fugazi
Spittin a pot of bottomless gravy
The shit is so nasty, how is it
And you can probably find him out of a Macy's
Forget it girl, they just how to replace me
Exit with a joke, leave these some hope
You took the 'Ye beat and you put shit in a joke
Well, I'm thinking I should leave out on note
Nigga keep your two cents I trynna leave you broke
Life of a Don, lights keep
Come up in the club that fresh shit on
crazy on my arm
And here's hit barry bonds