Luyện nghe bài hát Famlay Freestyle

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

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

See I'm from Huntersville, e'ry we done is real
My come in here, my niggas come to kill
And I y'all to try and diss us
See you in the streets it ain't nothing
Man, we gon' stomp yo ass dead in the
Few weeks, couple bodies wit no be found, nigga
Cut off ya wrists, and feet no prints
(Gangsta)
Now I'm in the Six, wit the no tints, you see me boy
(Gangsta)

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