Luyện nghe bài hát Beats Keep Callin' (Freestyle)

PART 1 [Bad And Remix]

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

This that your over flow for real
This four-wheel, who ever poke headed
bone chilling, cold with no feelings
Banging, dope dealing, Hov no ceilings, Wayne
He said started out
Now I guns heavy as the head with the crown
Slaughterhouse my mind's two tons, is out like John Q son
And everything you say and made up like a piece of cheesesteak
And everything I say come natural and a thing of like Alicia Key's face
How can I be hated in the streets, I'm on even on my off day
I'm when it's beef, while you throw salt, I'm your baby mama and them new salt bae
[?] molotov through your window
Mr. Hyde, Dr. Jekyll, Nickel Nine, Grimes
I'm silverster 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 is like showing Chuck Norris where the glass door is
While I'm just tryna outta jail
war I stay strapped for it
Y'all can run the gats blowing
And if I miss your ass, then I guess you by the bell, like Zack Morris
I'm on bando time when I through cities
Before my time R.I.P. Bobby,
Or Bobby, Whitney, K-Ci, JoJo
Like that N9ne go KC, mojo
I don't stand my ground, I just niggas
Simple you against me you ain't with me
not only do I kiss and tell, I'm Orlando Brown when I describe them titties
I'm the man, but I do more than count bands
Fuck sipping 40 ounces, I'm sober out here, fucking hoes 40 oz Van
Nigga I'm Pusha T doing numbers, getting silent money, I'll retire from it, I don't dress loud, I throw the flyness on it
Let the labels and Desiigner mumble like Donald Trump
Throwing money hitting everybody and they up
Trying to find someone to come perform for me I fuck the whole entire country up
I'm the first one gunnin, last one
To for a check (woo)
Any that want it, I'm back, one hundred
Invite 'em to a (woo)
I narrow shit the Farrakhan way
You can find me anywhere the wave
I'm Schwarzenegger, you Sarah Conner and your favorite rapper acting Eric