Luyện nghe bài hát Bloody Sunday Freestyle

Catfish
M.W.A. Cowboy, motherfucker
Jones

Yeah, never had to walk away anybody
Always been about it from the
Yeah, never been a hater, never a fuck about a hater
been a punk
Yeah, been an innovator, an imitator
Drop hot potato son
Take 'em to feed my park
With Baby D and the Kings of
Rest in Peace Grip Plyaz, Speakerfoxxx, and Bar
in Peace, Zoo, you ain't dead but to me you are
Still Dixie Mafia bitch, still that flag, I'm
New South in everything I drop, whether I or rap, ask Dax
Suit up, you gonna a haz-mat
Leaving fuckers chewed up
Like a muskrat in a
I'll hang up the Ku and I ain't got to act black
I'll a cracker like I crack a plastic bag of Cracker Jacks
Pull up your bra, quit spilling your
You better cork bo-ttle
You feeling yourself, like off to my-tunes
You willing to bet, make a splash like pot-holes
After it rains, with your name just like a snot
You'll be running, trying to what's coming
But the exit's blocked, you're fucked, oh to be a
only one Michael Wayne, there's only one Klever
As for the white boy from Gadsden (Pst), whatever
You're welcome, now that petty diss and run with it
Fuck around and I'll you like circumferences
You build a of hate around 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, holding
You want the go, I'm all the way buck, learn
Hop in the bitch, Hip-Hop is snoozing
You could use an Uber, like a student
I'm a teacher, reach ya hand for the ruler, bruise your ego
Abuse and move onto the hall, against the stupid
Who's the man? Who's the
flying 'til the ghetto crying
The police are now, "Who's the shooter?"
Here I go, with a trenchcoat and a rifle
Ten toes up like a light pole
Middle up like a Black Rhino's horn
I was born for the storm, I'm at in a shit cyclone
Never let be bygones
Rather I'll say, "See ya later, adios",
Rapping obese is just
Never thought the culture that I loved be this sleazy
His videos all look alike, no wonder they see me
Is this the guy that said he was the hottest boy
Since the one with dyed blonde hair? the fuck
Hold up,
I let this Tom Cruise lookin' motherfucker just paddle by
know if I'm watching Vanilla Ice or Vanilla Sky
Marshall Mathers may ignored you
But if you want the smoke, the foil
I'll you till the kettle's dry
a nice day suave
I'm a breed, I'm a wolf, OK?
Got so many styles I could be a boy
So boy flows some O.J. poured in the glass
With your pancakes
Mama's little helper, little bae
Put the bae bae kids in my
the pepper spray and a banana for AKs
holler, "Mayday, mayday"
Then take it to the bank, another payday
Oh, you a Well, take the ball and
Let me here kick shit Pelé
The nerve of the shit they say, I'm amazed
And your whiskey sucks, one sip
I wanted to go straight 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 stitching chill bill
And the cowboy boots and
Damn Posty, why can't we be
Our clothes match
Poser, biter, thief
Give a fuck how records you sold
Every fan you made is a leaf off of my
Boy you're my seed, mullet in the gang
With the I see
I just picked a bone with Malone
And did it all on a beat
Dribble the middle up
Crossover on 'em I'm in the NBA
Look I don't give a fuck
Tell me do I gotta lose anyway
Still in the pickup
Throw a middle finger out the window when I
Muzik III bruh, you gon' know how I feel about MGK
Beethoven is over in his grave
Cause I'm a anaconda
With the musical energy, wave
of an anomaly, Shady
Bumping daily crazy, someone save me
Nothing made me something
No playing, fuck you pay me

Trunk III