Luyện nghe bài hát Birmingham (Rubbin off the Paint Freestyle)

"Birmingham"

Oh, you said, we gon' pop off?
That's what I you said
Now, let me offer as a rebuttal
Ooh, ooh
Gang, gang,
Fuck what was talkin' 'bout
Gang, gang,
This how we used to do, you know I'm sayin?
the shit, fuck it

Ever since I got to Europe, I've been to see
20 million once again, time, I'm playing for keeps
I went double on my first, fuck you to me?
I'll quit talking shit when these niggas quit playing me
God Birmingham, I got them bands on me
He see 9, 000 when he put the on me
Now, he 20, 000 apple, put the scan on me
You-you get off, get your dapper dan from me
O-okay, I got the sauce, go up the pan for me
You fast food r&b, yeah, too bland for me
Aye, she a freak, oh, she gon' do that two hands for me
She never a rapper, she gon' take a chance for me
I go nigga, God Tiller, know that's me hoe
He ain't no threat to me, I turn him to a mink
You ain't safe, it's a hoe
Get down on your knees, ya'll gon' make me trigger
Gah damn, on, hold on, hold on

(Ya'll gon' make me squeeze)
Like metaphorically tho, not actually busting gats and
Fuck it, on, we ain't done, let me rap

Before you drop another track, I'm gon need my back
Couple niggas my sons, fuck a dad hat
I ran up on my stats, you gon to match that
Before you talk anymore trash, not my back
Buddy, say it to my face, told me everything
Don't you love niggas hate on the shit they can't make
I got a lot to say, I should drop a
Fuck it, shit is on the way
go!

Gang, gang,
God Tiller!
Back on my shit, you know I'm saying, just having fun