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

"Birmingham"

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

Ever I got to Europe, I've been planning to see
20 million again, this time, I'm playing for keeps
I went double on my first, fuck you to me?
I'll quit talking shit when these niggas quit playing me
God damn Birmingham, I got bands on me
He see 9, 000 when he put the 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 fast food r&b, yeah, that's too for me
Aye, she a freak, oh, she gon' do that with two for me
She never fucked a rapper, she gon' 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 safe, it's a breach hoe
Get down on your knees, gon' make me trigger squeeze
Gah damn, on, hold on, hold on

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

Before you drop another track, I'm gon need my back
Couple niggas been my sons, 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
it, that shit is on the way
go!

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