Luyện nghe bài hát Bloody Sunday Freestyle

Catfish
M.W.A. Cowboy, motherfucker
Brian

Yeah, never had to walk away anybody
Always about it from the jump
Yeah, never been a hater, never a fuck about a hater
Never been a
Yeah, an innovator, fuck an imitator
Drop hot potato son
'em back to feed my park
With D and the Kings of Crunk
Rest in Peace Grip Plyaz, Speakerfoxxx, and Bar
in Peace, Zoo, you ain't dead but to me you are
Still Dixie bitch, still waving that flag, I'm
New South in I drop, whether I sing or rap, ask Dax
Suit up, you need a haz-mat
Leaving these chewed up
a muskrat in a backpack
I'll hang up the Ku Klux and I got to act black
I'll a cracker like I crack a plastic bag of Cracker Jacks
Pull up your bra, quit spilling guts
You cork your bo-ttle
You feeling yourself, like jerking off to
You willing to bet, I'll a splash like pot-holes
After it rains, with name just like a snot nose
You'll be running, trying to escape what's
But the blocked, you're fucked, oh to be a woman
There's only one Michael Wayne, there's only one
As for the other white boy from (Pst), whatever
You're welcome, now take that diss and run with it
Fuck around and I'll surround you like
You build a house of hate what I have brung to this
Game, I'll make that place your
Like the of Mumford did
Lame, I'm all the way up, woke,
You you flame, you all the way suck, choke, burnt
Bitch I'm on fire like holiday nuts, firm
You the go, I'm all the way buck, you'll learn
Hop in the backseat bitch, is snoozing
You could use an Uber, like a student
I'm a teacher, ya hand for the ruler, I'ma bruise your ego
Abuse and onto the hall, against the wall stupid
Who's the man? the tutor?
Letters flying 'til the ghetto
The are saying now, "Who's the shooter?"
Here I go, a trenchcoat and a black rifle
Ten down up like a light pole
Middle finger up like a Black Rhino's
I was born for the storm, I'm at home in a cyclone
Never let bygones be
Rather say, "See ya later, adios", bitch
Rapping obese is bygone
Never the culture that I loved would be this sleazy
His videos all look alike, no they can't see me
Is this the guy that he was the hottest white boy
the one with dyed blonde hair? What the fuck
Hold up,
I can't let this Tom Cruise lookin' just paddle by
know if I'm watching Vanilla Ice or Vanilla Sky
Marshall may have ignored you
But if you want the smoke, the foil
I'll boil you the kettle's dry
Have a day suave
I'm a breed, I'm a wolf, OK?
Got so many styles I be a wardrobe boy
So little boy flows some O.J. poured in the
With your pancakes
little helper, Daddy's little bae
Put the bae bae in my Chevrolet
Brought the pepper spray and a for AKs
holler, "Mayday, mayday"
Then take it to the bank, another payday
Oh, you a baller? Well, the ball and
Let me here kick shit Pelé
The nerve of the shit they say, I'm permanently
And whiskey sucks, fuckin' one sip
I wanted to go straight to AA
Who else? I would diss Malone but he don't even rap
Fuck it, fuck Malone, just because
Let's see if he answers
All that chain stitching chill bill
And the boots and hats
Posty, why can't we be friends?
Our clothes already
Poser, biter, appropriation
a fuck how many records you sold
Every fan you is a leaf off of my tree
Boy you're my seed, another mullet in the
the teeth I see
I just picked a bone with Post
And did it all on a B-side
through the middle up
Crossover on 'em I'm in the NBA
Look I don't really a fuck
Tell me do I gotta lose anyway
Still mobbin' in the
Throw a middle out the window when I wave
Trunk Muzik III bruh, you know how I feel about MGK
Beethoven is rolling in his grave
I'm a conductor anaconda
With the energy, electrical wave
of an anomaly, Shady
Bumping daily something crazy, save me
Nothing made me something
No one's playing, you pay me

Trunk III