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,
what y'all was talkin' 'bout
Gang, gang,
This how we used to do, you know I'm sayin?
the shit, fuck it

Ever I got to Europe, I've been planning to see
20 million once again, time, I'm playing for keeps
I went double on my first, you saying to me?
I'll talking shit when these 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
get knocked off, get your dapper dan from me
O-okay, I got the sauce, go up the pan for me
You fast food r&b, yeah, too bland 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, know me hoe
He ain't no threat to me, I turn him to a mink
You safe, it's a breach hoe
Get down on your knees, ya'll gon' me trigger squeeze
Gah damn, on, hold on, hold on

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

Before you drop another track, I'm gon need my swag
Couple niggas been my sons, a dad hat
I ran up on my stats, you gon have to that
Before you anymore trash, not behind my back
Buddy, say it to my face, told me everything
Don't you love when hate 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 know I'm saying, just having fun