Luyện nghe bài hát Barry Bonds Freestyle

Yeah,
It's you all been waiting for ain't it
Your weekly
For me to get a hold of beat
And go claim it
I'm bout to paint a
You go ahead frame it
Since we Seinfeld
On some Jerry and Elaine
I flow far from
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 gone be rollin with some jokers
Uh, and me, I'm rolling some brokers
Like damn, you niggas get any broker?
I got my new girl so
Just save yourself the embarrassment, don't approach her
yourself, go buy a costume
I am making stocks work, while you working stock
Uh, and I was I would drop June,
But label reps applying to make them pop tunes
So I keep it for peets sake
You gangsta rappers are cliche
And if you ain't dough when you meet Drake
I'll be in face,
Like "No a la ingls"
as you hear it you quote it
They tryin to be the one that I done left out the with
But trust me I'm aware, and my right there
Is this interior for your ulterior motives?
Cause if you it you should stick with me
My money good, I neva had to flip a key
A lotta ice, a lotta cream Dickey D
Might cut the phone and like Mishy Me
But I'm tryna have you on trip with me
through Henry Bendale like it's slippery
And yo ex man is a hater,
Probably cause he I'm exactly what you wish he'd be
Yeah, that's the why he looking hard
Cause I done snatched the Ahoy out his cookie jar
He just mad cause his girl at the
With her stickin' out,
Like a Jordan rookie card
Let me address this, me while I fix
A couple subliminal caught me in the mix
I he thought that he could've been gotti in the flix
But at this point I'm just a body with a stick
Now-a-days rapping is a children's
And keep telling me I'm still as snobby
I them myself is who I am feeling probably
because I gotta buzz like a building lobby
It a song that your ass finna skipp
I to sell weed, give me cash for this zip
The way your girlfriend me up in the car
Seem like she don't really no gas for the trip
Millionaire shades, fade the waves
I smirk at a nigga if he rockin braids
That just let's me that we ain't on the same page
And goes out to every nigga except Trey
(Eyy) I'm here baby, they asked 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 cause it's not a Fugazi
a crock pot of bottomless gravy
The shit is so nasty, how is it
And you can probably him walking out of a Macy's
it girl, they just thinking how to replace me
Exit with a joke, leave niggas some hope
You the 'Ye beat and you put that shit in a joke
Well, I'm I should leave out on this note
Nigga keep your two cents I ain't trynna leave you
of a Don, lights keep glowin'
Come up in the club that fresh shit on
Something on my arm
And here's another hit bonds