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

"Birmingham"

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

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

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

Before you drop another track, I'm gon need my swag
Couple been my sons, fuck a dad hat
I ran up on my stats, you gon have to that
Before you anymore trash, not behind my back
Buddy, say it to my face, told me everything
Don't you love when niggas hate on the shit they 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 what I'm saying, having fun