Luyện nghe bài hát Beats Keep Callin' (Freestyle)

PART 1 [Bad And Boujee

Whatever, whatever,
Mr. Porter don't trust you I'm gon' you nigga
thang pop, pop pop
Whatever, whatever,
(If young don't trust you, I'm gonna shoot you) Whatever, whatever

This that your career's over for real
This ain't four-wheel, who ever headed
Came chilling, cold with no feelings
Banging, dealing, Hov with no ceilings, Wayne
He started out light
Now I shoot guns heavy as the with the crown
Slaughterhouse my mind's two tons, heart is out like Q son
And you say greasy and made up like a piece of cheesesteak
And everything I say come natural and a thing of beauty like Alicia Key's
How can I be in the streets, when I'm on even on my off day
I'm creative when it's beef, while you throw salt, I'm your baby mama and them new bae
[?] molotov through restuarant window
Mr. Hyde, Dr. Jekyll, Nickel Nine, Grimes
I'm mind bender
I spark fours, that'll floors
That'll whoever acting hardcore
parkour, I'ma dog Porter
Brought the dog for, recording harsh thoughts for the art
Taking me to your leader is like showing Chuck Norris the glass door is
While I'm just tryna stay outta
Last war I stay for it
Y'all can run while the gats
And if I miss your ass, then I you saved by the bell, like Zack Morris
I'm on bando time when I ride cities
Before my R.I.P. Bobby, Christie
Or Bobby, Whitney, flow K-Ci,
Like Tech N9ne go KC, mojo
I don't stand my ground, I just niggas
Simple you against me you ridin' with me
Bitch not only do I kiss and tell, I'm Brown when I describe them titties
I'm the rubberband man, but I do more count bands
sipping 40 ounces, I'm sober out here, fucking hoes like 40 oz Van
Nigga I'm Pusha T doing quiet numbers, getting silent money, retire from it, I don't dress loud, I throw the flyness on it
Let the labels talk and Desiigner mumble like Donald
money hitting everybody and they auntie up
Trying to find someone to come perform for me 'fore I fuck the entire country up
I'm the one gunnin, last one running
To enlightened for a (woo)
Any rapper that want it, I'm back, one
'em to a scrap (woo)
I narrow shit the Farrakhan way
You can me anywhere the crime wave
I'm Schwarzenegger, you Sarah Conner and your favorite rapper acting Eric