Luyện nghe bài hát Breathe Freestyle

Your boy
So or the germ might touch ya
I'm at the rucker, burning trees up like Usher
I teach you how to rap fam
I'm in that van
Like Air and Canaries the size of Pacman
Who gives a fuck if our brawl
'cause my dog got the windows the 24-Hour slawg
I'm on the verge of
Lord send me a sign, before I this nine, and leave the board drippin
Me and 50 are like and Pippin
Ryu and Ken, whoever you send, rip em'
I'm added to society, mainly wit my
Run and put em' in the truck, a kidnapping victim
I'm papa so they pushin me
My associates got interior motives wishin his father
I figure, I rather play wit these blades before i
Build a ballcourt, and go buy to go to crash
I'm headed my prime
Wit metaphors and
And I compliment my momma wit and wind
I'm nine for nine, the rap
Pound for
I'm a.k.a Icyin
Message for the
I ain't sleepin for a
So even if i it theres tool under the pillow
I'm brought up, to the V wit a poolish the window
I'ma smoker, so the brokas won't leave us wit the
I'm always wit a pair, before the crew looks for the
A meats in ur daughter
fuck her and won't support her
I'm on the pedal
from ear to ear
Middle in the air
I catch her eye
Keep rydin behind tens fuck
don't know no Denim
They'll rob you for the rhinestones and your cup
goin off of we say
Niggas is runnin off from my buzz, than Jamaicans in the relay
I'm the cush, driving lazy in the lane
money ain't a thang
Like Jay-Z and
About 80 on the
Brady wit the aim
I'm the
Whether the Mercedes or the
And I may be on a
By the end of the
But aight
Tho, I might
I'm off a Mic Hoe
My low
is my type so
I keep the crib packed in, no telling where it go
Living room, room, bedroom, bathroom
Upstairs, nuts smared all over Sasoon
Ya on that fly
That shit
Thet I'ma sit on these ten before i die shit
I'm from the where the heafers be
To doing shows out in Pinkston they rocking where your peppers see
And being gangsta enough
A lil' nigga that's stuntin put a killa in a box like Chuck
CHEAH!