Luyện nghe bài hát BET Backroom Freestyle

[Intro: Stefan
Yo, I'm Stefan
You in the with Vic Mensa
Haha Rap

1: Vic Mensa]

This is another one to me to
Before you by side in that head-on collision
Feel the impact like a flat-bed to a
My dear, you're
I'm cold-blooded, Mike Tyson hit me, I'm Holyfield, oh
Pee on your Q&A, fuck questions, fuck suggestions
I don't help, fuck your

Chain, tuck chest in
your

Bones in the ocean, choke, you pressure
G snatch your strap, let you buyback your gun
it in your

Vein, deadlier than a blood
Contractually contracting me would have to be high
Blow the blessing in the smoking section
your

Breath in, kid, know your lines you overstep 'em
Hmm...I let you scheme on a rhyme
Wet 'sace shirt, get your blood-stains dry-cleaned
the industry without a Jimmy Iovine
I'm raw, you could feel it like a pill thats spoon-crushed
Melt on gums like ice cream
I'm type O, anyone get it if you with it, wilt with the pipe dreams
They say the got the Internet tweakin'
You con, comicon commenters deleted
I see weakness, achilles heel in your feet its orthopedic
I'm bulimic I can't your image I make you eat it
Yack and it back, salty season
UV me sunscreen, tone hardly even
it's a problem if you questioning if I'm the answer, run and play
Dog I'm in the like a summer dance
The son of Sampson, dread head in the dark
Catch a clip, it could be a movie in the park
I'm how I hitchcock the automatic rifle
so you don't get the wrong message like a typo
I might not sign no deal unless up a mill
And multiply it by a few,
Fuck all the glamors and glitz, I plan to get
I'm from Chicago, but never been a fan of your platinum
I could care less than a high school lady with her hair net
up puttin' pubes in your pear cup
Yo, the young blood bleed than Ivy
If Lil Wayne came and kidnapped her out her seat
the baby to Baby to change the diapy
While Jay-Z chase her down on a Galaxy
Hi C, orange sippin' old Corolla whippin'
Treat chick tonsil like a orphanage to hold my kids in
Raah raah like a dragon
Son, change your little hustle 'cause your funds is
See, my empty, my nerves antsy don't try to tempt me
I set fire to Fort Knox to Daddy Warbucks for the war on drugs
If you hatin', you stab in the foot
Split your soul a horcrux
I could board a flight to change the seasons overnight
You boys bark ain't known to
My niggas'll run in crib, flood your basement, leave you leakin' like a broken pipe
Poke your wife on the table salt, pork, and rice
I never swipe my Chase card, paid for
Your petty funding from little label
I need the hotel, the flight, the car, the room
The check on the PJ in the jet the fuel burnin'
Gas in the rental with my bitch with the turnin'
like Sprewell, if you want it come and prove to me
This is a for anybody who listenin'
I'm Vic Mensa, pay your toll and pay