Luyện nghe bài hát Barry Bonds Freestyle

Yeah,
It's what you all waiting for ain't it
weekly entertainment
For me to get a hold of this
And go claim it
I'm bout to a picture
You niggas go ahead it
Since we gettin
On some and Elaine shit
I flow far mediocre
And if we talking cards I will him with the poker
You and your whole are like a deck of 54
So it's obvious ya'll gone steady be rollin with some
Uh, and me, I'm rolling some brokers
damn, could you niggas get any broker?
I got my new so content
save yourself the embarrassment, don't even approach her
Disguise yourself, go buy a
I am making stocks work, while you stock rooms
Uh, and I was praying I drop June,
But label reps applying pressure to make pop tunes
So I it rocking 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"
Soon as you it you quote it
They tryin to be the one that I done out the show with
But trust me I'm aware, and my right there
Is this interior enough for 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 lotta like Dickey D
Might cut the phone and disapear Mishy Me
But I'm tryna have you on that with me
through Henry Bendale like it's slippery
And yo ex man is a hater,
Probably cause he know I'm what you wish he'd be
Yeah, that's the reason why he hard
Cause I done snatched the Chips Ahoy out his jar
He just mad cause his at the house
With her tounge out,
Like a Michael Jordan rookie
Let me address this, pardon me I fix
A subliminal lines caught me in the mix
I guess he thought that he could've been gotti in the
But at this point I'm poking a body with a stick
Now-a-days rapping is a children's
And girls telling me I'm still as snobby
I tell them is who I am feeling probably
Just because I gotta buzz a building lobby
It ain't a song that ass finna skipp
I tried to sell weed, give me for this zip
The way your pump me up in the car
Seem like she don't really need no gas for the
shades, fade with the waves
I smirk at a nigga if he still rockin
That just let's me know we ain't on the same page
And goes out to every nigga except Trey
(Eyy) I'm outta here baby, they 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 expensive 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
Forget it girl, they just thinking how to me
Exit with a joke, leave these some hope
You took the 'Ye and you put that shit in a joke
Well, I'm thinking I should out on this note
Nigga your two cents I ain't trynna leave you broke
Life of a Don, lights glowin'
Come up in the club with that shit on
Something on my arm
And here's hit barry bonds