Luyện nghe bài hát Barry Bonds Freestyle

Yeah,
It's what you all been for ain't it
Your weekly
For me to get a of this beat
And go ahead it
I'm to paint a picture
You niggas go frame it
we gettin Seinfeld
On some Jerry and shit
I flow far mediocre
And if we talking I will fold him with the poker
You and your whole crew are a deck of 54
So it's obvious ya'll gone steady be rollin with jokers
Uh, and me, I'm rolling with brokers
damn, could you niggas get any broker?
I got my new so content
Just save yourself the embarrassment, even approach her
yourself, go buy a costume
I am making stocks work, while you stock rooms
Uh, and I was I would drop June,
But label reps applying pressure to them pop tunes
So I it rocking for peets sake
You fake gangsta are cliche
And if you ain't talking dough when you meet
I'll be in face,
Like "No a la ingls"
Soon as you 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 car's there
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 ice, a lotta cream like Dickey D
Might cut the phone and disapear like Me
But I'm tryna you on that trip with me
Slidin' through Henry like it's slippery
And yo ex man is a hater,
Probably he know I'm exactly what you wish he'd be
Yeah, the reason why he looking hard
Cause I snatched the Chips Ahoy out his cookie jar
He just mad cause his girl at the
With her tounge out,
Like a Jordan rookie card
Let me this, pardon me while I fix
A couple subliminal lines 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 children's
And girls keep me I'm still as snobby
I tell them is who I am feeling probably
Just I gotta buzz like a building lobby
It ain't a that your ass finna skipp
I tried to weed, give me cash for this zip
The way your girlfriend me up in the car
like she don't really need no gas for the trip
Millionaire shades, fade the waves
I smirk at a nigga if he rockin braids
That just me know that we ain't on the same page
And that goes out to every nigga except
(Eyy) I'm outta here baby, they asked me the past years and how does it phase me
I wouldn't it back, nah not if you pay me
Mister, betcha that's expensive cause not a Fugazi
Spittin a crock pot of bottomless
The is so nasty, how is it tasty?
And you can find him walking out of a Macy's
Forget it girl, they just how to replace me
Exit with a joke, leave these niggas some
You took the 'Ye and you put that shit in a joke
Well, I'm thinking I should out on this note
Nigga keep your two cents I ain't trynna you broke
of a Don, lights keep glowin'
Come up in the club with fresh shit on
Something on my arm
And here's another hit barry