Luyện nghe bài hát Barry Bonds Freestyle

Yeah,
It's what you all been for ain't it
weekly entertainment
For me to get a hold of beat
And go claim it
I'm bout to paint a
You go ahead frame it
we gettin Seinfeld
On some Jerry and shit
I flow far from
And if we talking cards I will fold him with the
You and your whole crew are a deck of 54
So it's obvious ya'll gone steady be rollin some jokers
Uh, and me, I'm rolling with brokers
Like damn, could you niggas get any
I got my new so content
Just save yourself the embarrassment, don't approach her
Disguise yourself, go buy a
I am making stocks work, while you working rooms
Uh, and I was I would drop June,
But label reps pressure to make them pop tunes
So I keep it for peets sake
You gangsta rappers are cliche
And if you ain't talking when you meet Drake
be in your 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 me I'm aware, and my car's right there
Is this interior for your ulterior motives?
Cause if you like it you should stick me
My money good, I ain't neva had to a key
A lotta ice, a lotta cream Dickey D
cut the phone and disapear like Mishy Me
But I'm have you on that trip with me
Slidin' through Henry Bendale like slippery
And yo ex man is a hater,
Probably he know I'm exactly what you wish he'd be
Yeah, that's the reason why he hard
Cause I done the Chips Ahoy out his cookie jar
He just mad his girl at the house
With her stickin' out,
a Michael Jordan rookie card
Let me address this, me while I fix
A couple subliminal lines me in the mix
I he thought that he could've 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 them myself is who I am feeling probably
Just because I gotta like a building lobby
It ain't a song that 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 really need no gas for the trip
Millionaire shades, fade the waves
I smirk at a nigga if he still rockin
That just me know that we ain't on the same page
And goes out to every nigga except Trey
(Eyy) I'm outta here baby, they asked me about the years and how does it phase me
I take it back, nah not if you pay me
Mister, betcha that's expensive cause not a Fugazi
Spittin a crock pot of gravy
The shit is so nasty, how is it
And you can probably find him walking out of a
Forget it girl, they just thinking how to me
Exit with a joke, leave these niggas hope
You took the 'Ye beat and you put that shit in a
Well, I'm thinking I should leave out on note
Nigga your two cents I ain't trynna leave you broke
Life of a Don, lights glowin'
Come up in the club that fresh shit on
crazy on my arm
And here's another hit bonds