Luyện nghe bài hát Beats Keep Callin' (Freestyle)

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

This that your career's flow for real
This ain't four-wheel, who poke headed
Came chilling, cold with no feelings
Banging, dope dealing, Hov with no ceilings,
He started out light
Now I shoot guns as the head with the crown
Slaughterhouse my mind's two tons, is out like John Q son
And everything you say greasy and 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 hated in the streets, when I'm on on my off day
I'm creative when it's beef, you throw salt, I'm your baby mama and them new salt bae
[?] through your restuarant window
Mr. Hyde, Dr. Jekyll, Nickel Nine, Grimes
I'm silverster bender
I fours, that'll arch floors
That'll have whoever hardcore
Doing parkour, dog Porter
Brought the dog for, recording harsh thoughts for the art
Taking me to your leader is like showing Norris where the glass door is
While I'm just tryna stay outta
war I stay strapped for it
Y'all can run the gats blowing
And if I miss your ass, then I guess you saved by the bell, like Morris
I'm on bando time when I through cities
my time R.I.P. Bobby, Christie
Or Bobby, Whitney, flow K-Ci,
Like that Tech go KC, mojo
I don't my ground, I just demolish niggas
Simple you against me you ain't ridin' me
Bitch not only do I kiss and tell, I'm Orlando Brown when I describe titties
I'm the rubberband man, but I do more count bands
Fuck sipping 40 ounces, I'm out here, fucking hoes like 40 oz Van
Nigga I'm Pusha T doing quiet numbers, silent money, I'll retire from it, I don't dress loud, I throw the flyness on it
Let the labels talk and Desiigner like Donald Trump
Throwing money hitting and they auntie up
Trying to find to come perform for me 'fore I fuck the whole entire country up
I'm the one gunnin, last one running
To for a check (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 and your favorite rapper acting Eric Andre