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

"Birmingham"

Oh, you said, we wasn't pop off?
That's what I thought you
Now, let me offer as a rebuttal
Ooh, ooh
Gang, gang,
Fuck y'all was talkin' 'bout
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 on my first, fuck you saying to me?
quit talking shit when these niggas quit playing with me
God damn Birmingham, I got them on me
He see 9, 000 he put the scan on me
Now, he seen 20, 000 apple, put the on me
You-you get knocked off, get 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 do that with two hands for me
She never fucked a rapper, she take a chance for me
I go beastmode nigga, God Tiller, that's me hoe
He ain't no threat to me, I him to a mink coat
You ain't safe, a breach hoe
Get down on your knees, gon' make me trigger squeeze
Gah damn, hold on, hold on, on

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

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

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