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

"Birmingham"

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

Ever since I got to Europe, I've 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 these niggas quit 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
get knocked 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 a rapper, she gon' take a chance for me
I go beastmode nigga, God Tiller, know me hoe
He no threat to me, I turn him to a mink coat
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' make me squeeze)
Like metaphorically tho, not actually busting and shit
it, hold on, we ain't done, let me rap

Before you drop another track, I'm gon need my back
niggas 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 niggas 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!
on my shit, you know what I'm saying, just having fun