Luyện nghe bài hát Famlay Freestyle

It ain't y'all can teach me
I been locked up more than sweet pea
See I'm from Norfolk here's a coffin if ya
Turn ya children into tryna sneak me
Or creep me, the realist shit I ever spoke
So I'ma spit it I finish, I'ma slit my throat
shit is like 2-11 mixed wit coke
Leave you like the tennis balls in ya spoke, nigga

Dark secrets, man I lie
They came to the a man is gon' die
All hope is and FamLay's gon' fry
I did shit the average man just wont try
Like what, war against an wit a hand gun
I'm and when my fucking chance come
I'm wit it, on e'ry song I'm coming wit
See some you you can take from me, then come and get it

See I'm from Huntersville, e'ry thang we done is
My come in here, my niggas come to kill
And I dare y'all to try and us
See you in the streets it ain't discuss
Man, we gon' stomp yo ass dead in the
Few weeks, couple bodies wit no be found, nigga
Cut off ya wrists, and they no prints
(Gangsta)
Now I'm in the Six, wit the no tints, you see me boy
(Gangsta)

In Virginia, them guns go, bang,
In Virginia, them go, bang, bang
In Virginia, them guns go, bang,
Niggas, bang, bang, bitches, bang,

In Virginia, them go, bang, bang
In Virginia, them guns go, bang,
In Virginia, them guns go, bang,
Niggas, bang, bang, bitches, bang,