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

"Birmingham"

Oh, you said, we wasn't gon' pop
what I thought you said
Now, let me this as a rebuttal
Ooh, ooh
Gang, gang,
what y'all was talkin' 'bout
Gang, gang,
This how we used to do, you what I'm sayin?
the shit, fuck it

Ever I got to Europe, I've been planning to see
20 once again, this time, I'm playing for keeps
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 he put the scan on me
Now, he seen 20, 000 apple, put the 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 food 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 take a chance for me
I go beastmode nigga, God Tiller, know me hoe
He ain't no to me, I turn him to a mink coat
You ain't safe, it's a hoe
Get down on your knees, gon' make me trigger squeeze
Gah damn, hold on, hold on, on

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

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

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