Luyện nghe bài hát Beats Keep Callin' (Freestyle)

PART 1 [Bad And Boujee

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

This that your career's flow for real
This four-wheel, who ever poke headed
Came bone chilling, cold with no
Banging, dope dealing, Hov with no ceilings,
He said started out
Now I shoot guns heavy as the head the crown
Slaughterhouse my mind's two tons, heart is out like Q son
And everything you say and made up like a piece of cheesesteak
And everything I say come natural and a of beauty like Alicia Key's face
How can I be hated in the streets, when I'm on on my off day
I'm creative when 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, Ricky
I'm mind bender
I spark fours, arch floors
That'll whoever acting hardcore
Doing parkour, I'ma dog
Brought the dog for, harsh thoughts for the art form
Taking me to leader is like showing Chuck Norris where 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 guess you saved by the bell, Zack Morris
I'm on bando time when I ride cities
my time R.I.P. Bobby, Christie
Or Bobby, Whitney, K-Ci, JoJo
Like that Tech N9ne go KC,
I stand my ground, I just demolish niggas
Simple you against me you ain't 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 than count bands
Fuck 40 ounces, I'm sober out here, fucking hoes like 40 oz Van
Nigga I'm Pusha T doing quiet numbers, getting silent money, I'll retire from it, I don't loud, I throw the flyness on it
Let the labels talk and Desiigner mumble Donald Trump
Throwing money hitting everybody and auntie up
Trying to find someone to perform for me 'fore I fuck the whole entire country up
I'm the first one gunnin, last one
To enlightened for a (woo)
Any rapper that it, I'm back, one hundred
'em to a scrap (woo)
I narrow down the Farrakhan way
You can find me anywhere the wave
I'm Schwarzenegger, you Sarah Conner and your favorite rapper Eric Andre