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 as a rebuttal
Ooh, ooh
Gang, gang,
Fuck what y'all was talkin'
Gang, gang,
This how we used to do, you what I'm sayin?
the shit, fuck it

Ever since I got to Europe, been planning 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 playing with me
God Birmingham, I got them bands on me
He see 9, 000 he put the scan on me
Now, he 20, 000 apple, put the scan on me
You-you get knocked off, get your dapper dan me
O-okay, I got the sauce, go up the pan for me
You food r&b, yeah, that's too bland for me
Aye, she a freak, oh, she gon' do that with two for me
She never fucked a rapper, she gon' take a for me
I go beastmode nigga, God Tiller, that's me hoe
He ain't no threat to me, I turn him to a mink
You ain't safe, a breach hoe
Get on your knees, ya'll gon' make me trigger squeeze
Gah damn, on, hold on, hold on

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

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

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