Luyện nghe bài hát Beats Keep Callin' (Freestyle)

PART 1 [Bad And Boujee

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

This your career's over flow for real
This ain't four-wheel, who poke headed
Came bone chilling, with no feelings
Banging, dope dealing, Hov no ceilings, Wayne
He said started out
Now I shoot guns heavy as the head with the
Slaughterhouse my mind's two tons, heart is out John Q son
And everything you say greasy and made up a piece of cheesesteak
And I say come natural and a thing of beauty like Alicia Key's face
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 salt, I'm your baby mama and them new salt bae
[?] molotov your restuarant window
Mr. Hyde, Dr. Jekyll, Nickel Nine, Grimes
I'm mind bender
I spark fours, that'll arch
That'll have whoever acting
parkour, I'ma dog Porter
Brought the dog for, recording harsh for the art form
Taking me to your leader is like showing Chuck where the glass door is
While I'm just tryna stay outta
war I stay strapped for it
Y'all can run while the blowing
And if I miss your ass, then I guess you saved by the bell, like Morris
I'm on bando when I ride through cities
my time R.I.P. Bobby, Christie
Or Bobby, Whitney, flow K-Ci,
Like that Tech go KC, mojo
I don't stand my ground, I just niggas
you against me you ain't ridin' with me
Bitch not only do I 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 like 40 oz Van
Nigga I'm Pusha T quiet 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 'fore I fuck the entire country up
I'm the first one gunnin, one running
To for a check (woo)
Any rapper that it, I'm back, one hundred
'em to a scrap (woo)
I narrow down shit the way
You can find me the crime wave
I'm Schwarzenegger, you Sarah Conner and your favorite rapper Eric Andre