Luyện nghe bài hát Bloody Sunday Freestyle

Catfish
M.W.A. Cowboy, motherfucker
Brian

Yeah, never had to walk away from
been about it from the jump
Yeah, never a hater, never gave a fuck about a hater
Never a punk
Yeah, been an innovator, an imitator
Drop hot potato son
Take 'em back to feed my
With Baby D and the Kings of
in Peace Grip Plyaz, Speakerfoxxx, and Lenny's Bar
Rest in Peace, Zoo, you dead but to me you are
Dixie Mafia bitch, still waving that flag, I'm
New South in everything I drop, whether I or rap, ask Dax
Suit up, you gonna a haz-mat
these fuckers chewed up
Like a muskrat in a
hang up the Ku Klux and I ain't got to act black
I'll crack a cracker like I crack a plastic bag of Cracker
up your bra, quit spilling your guts
You better cork your
You feeling yourself, like jerking off to
You willing to bet, I'll make a splash like
it rains, with your name just like a snot nose
You'll be running, trying to escape coming
But the exit's blocked, fucked, oh to be a woman
There's only one Michael Wayne, only one Klever
As for the other boy from Gadsden (Pst), whatever
You're welcome, now take that petty diss and run it
Fuck around and I'll surround you like
You build a of hate around what I have brung to this
Game, I'll make place your home
the Sons of Mumford did
Lame, I'm all the way up, woke,
You think you flame, you all the way suck, choke,
I'm on fire like holiday nuts, holding firm
You the go, I'm all the way buck, you'll learn
Hop in the backseat bitch, Hip-Hop is
You use an Uber, like a student pupil
I'm a teacher, reach ya hand for the ruler, I'ma your ego
Abuse and move onto the hall, against the stupid
Who's the man? the tutor?
flying 'til the ghetto crying
The are saying now, "Who's the shooter?"
Here I go, with a trenchcoat and a rifle
Ten toes down up like a light
finger up like a Black Rhino's horn
I was for the storm, I'm at home in a shit cyclone
Never let be bygones
Rather I'll say, "See ya later, adios",
Rapping obese is bygone
thought the culture that I loved would be this sleazy
His all look alike, no wonder they can't see me
Is this the guy that said he was the white boy
Since the one with dyed blonde What the fuck
up, G—easy
I can't let Tom Cruise lookin' motherfucker just paddle by
Don't know if I'm Vanilla Ice or Vanilla Sky
Marshall Mathers may ignored you
But if you want the smoke, bring the
I'll boil you till the dry
Have a nice day
I'm a breed, I'm a wolf, OK?
Got so many I could be a wardrobe boy
So little boy flows some O.J. in the glass
With your buttermilk
Mama's little helper, Daddy's bae
Put the bae bae in my Chevrolet
Brought the spray and a banana for AKs
holler, "Mayday, mayday"
Then it to the bank, it's another payday
Oh, you a baller? Well, take the and
Let me kick that shit Pelé
The of the shit they say, I'm permanently amazed
And whiskey sucks, fuckin' one sip
I to go straight back to AA
Who I would diss Post Malone but he don't even rap
Fuck it, fuck Post Malone, just
Let's see if he answers
All that chain from chill bill
And the cowboy and hats
Damn Posty, why we be friends?
Our already match
Poser, biter, appropriation
a fuck how many records you sold
Every fan you is a leaf off of my tree
Boy my seed, another mullet in the gang
With the I see
I just a bone with Post Malone
And did it all on a B-side
through the middle up
Crossover on 'em I'm in the NBA
I don't really give a fuck
Tell me what do I gotta lose
Still mobbin' in the
Throw a middle finger out the window when I
Trunk Muzik III bruh, you know how I feel about MGK
Beethoven is over in his grave
I'm a conductor anaconda
With the musical energy, electrical
of an anomaly, Shady
Bumping something crazy, someone save me
Nothing me something baby
No playing, fuck you pay me

Trunk III