Luyện nghe bài hát Barry Bonds Freestyle

Yeah,
It's what you all been for ain't it
Your entertainment
For me to get a hold of this
And go claim it
I'm bout to paint a
You go ahead frame it
we gettin Seinfeld
On some and Elaine shit
I far from mediocre
And if we talking cards I will fold him with the
You and your crew are like a deck of 54
So it's ya'll gone steady be rollin with some jokers
Uh, and me, I'm rolling some brokers
Like damn, could you niggas get any
I got my new girl so
Just save yourself the embarrassment, don't even her
Disguise yourself, go buy a
I am making stocks work, while you stock rooms
Uh, and I was I would drop June,
But reps applying pressure to make them pop tunes
So I it rocking 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 left out the show
But trust me I'm aware, and my car's right
Is this interior for your ulterior motives?
Cause if you like it you should stick me
My money good, I neva had to flip a key
A lotta ice, a cream like Dickey D
Might cut the phone and like Mishy Me
But I'm have you on that trip with me
through Henry Bendale like it's slippery
And yo ex man is a hater,
cause he know I'm exactly what you wish he'd be
Yeah, the reason why he looking hard
Cause I done the Chips Ahoy out his cookie jar
He just mad cause his at the house
With her stickin' out,
Like a Michael Jordan card
Let me this, pardon me while I fix
A couple subliminal caught me in the mix
I guess he thought that he could've been gotti in the
But at this I'm just poking a body with a stick
Now-a-days rapping is a hobby
And keep telling me I'm still as snobby
I tell them myself is who I am probably
Just I gotta buzz like a building lobby
It ain't a song your ass finna skipp
I to sell weed, give me cash for this zip
The way girlfriend pump me up in the car
Seem like she don't really no gas for the trip
shades, fade with the waves
I smirk at a nigga if he still braids
That just me know that we ain't on the same page
And that goes out to every nigga Trey
(Eyy) I'm outta here baby, they asked me about the past years and how 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 find him walking out of a
Forget it girl, they thinking how to replace me
Exit with a joke, leave these some hope
You took the 'Ye beat and you put that shit in a
Well, I'm thinking I should leave out on this
Nigga your two cents I ain't trynna leave you broke
Life of a Don, keep glowin'
Come up in the club that fresh shit on
Something on my arm
And another hit barry bonds