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 claim it
I'm to paint a picture
You go ahead frame it
we gettin Seinfeld
On Jerry and Elaine shit
I flow far from
And if we talking I will fold him with the poker
You and your whole crew are like a of 54
So it's obvious ya'll gone steady be rollin with jokers
Uh, and me, I'm rolling with some
Like damn, could you niggas get any
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 stock
Uh, and I was praying I drop June,
But label reps applying pressure to make pop tunes
So I keep it for peets sake
You fake gangsta are cliche
And if you ain't talking dough when you Drake
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 me I'm aware, and my car's right there
Is this interior enough for ulterior motives?
Cause if you like it you should stick me
My good, I ain't 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 tryna have you on trip with me
Slidin' Henry Bendale like it's slippery
And yo ex man is a hater,
Probably cause he know I'm exactly what you he'd be
Yeah, that's the reason why he hard
Cause I done snatched the Chips out his cookie jar
He just mad cause his at the house
With her stickin' out,
a Michael Jordan rookie card
Let me this, pardon me while I fix
A couple lines caught 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 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
because I gotta buzz like a building lobby
It a song that your ass finna skipp
I tried to sell weed, me cash for this zip
The way girlfriend pump me up in the car
Seem like she don't need no gas for the trip
Millionaire shades, fade with the
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 asked me 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 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, just thinking how to replace me
Exit a joke, leave these niggas some hope
You took the 'Ye beat and you put that shit in a
Well, I'm thinking I should leave out on 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
crazy on my arm
And here's hit barry bonds