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

"Birmingham"

Oh, you said, we wasn't gon' pop
That's I thought you said
Now, let me this as a rebuttal
Ooh, ooh
Gang, gang,
Fuck what was talkin' 'bout
Gang, gang,
This how we used to do, you know what I'm
Drop the shit, it

since I got to Europe, I've been planning to see
20 million once again, this time, I'm playing for
I double on my first, fuck you saying to me?
I'll quit talking shit when 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 seen 20, 000 apple, put the on me
You-you get knocked off, get your dan from 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 with two hands for me
She fucked a rapper, she gon' take a chance for me
I go beastmode nigga, God Tiller, that's me hoe
He ain't no threat to me, I turn him to a coat
You ain't safe, a breach hoe
Get down on your knees, ya'll gon' make me squeeze
Gah damn, hold on, on, hold on

(Ya'll gon' make me squeeze)
Like metaphorically tho, not actually busting and shit
Fuck it, on, we ain't 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 match
Before you talk trash, not behind my back
Buddy, say it to my face, shawty told me
Don't you love when niggas on the shit they 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!
Back on my shit, you what I'm saying, just having fun