Luyện nghe bài hát G-Day Freestyle II

*Rambo
You up shit man
Better come little mister

1]
Come correct when you fuckin' a real nigga
on all the time, Freddy Krueger fit
Lane switchin' brain
What's yo name
Finna take all my young boy, might a raise nigga
In a nigga
drank, kissin' pink, but my tag thicker
Thick bitch, fuck might have to make her thicker
Painting pictures for these so my vision clearer
Body bag ya bitch, I taggin' shit
She just fucked you cause she you on my gram and shit
You fuck on bad hoes that's a average bitch
Know my never low you know I'm bagin' shit
nigga flippin' E, he gotta add the bitch
Woah, woah,
boy no star, come hop in my car
Ion no bars, I just spit these bars
Sippin' bloody
All she get is quit, at yo neck
Whoa, aye,

Slide to
Bulletproof Vest, through a new check
on the passenger I love my pet
Fuck a blue check, no Twitter nigga
If he got an issue, we can fix it
Red dot, clean shot, ain't no missin'
Tried to tell them boy Warhol just be chillin' nigga
Diamonds on my neck, Frosty where he be chillin'

2]
Whoa,
Give her chills
Make a calls, fuck them might have to do a drill
Ima Percy solider, I just tied my
Young boy Kodak polin', love my
Red carpet, need a bitch
Perry Ellis, steady shit
Walk up in the bank my shorty droppin'
Came out wit' ten bands, Warhol my fans
Who the mans, my partner niggas
Pull up wit' the four of fizzle, steady niggas
I'm with Flash we always flexin'
Ion Goyard, Ion know a fraud
Aye whoa, aye whoa, aye

Slide to
Vest, thumbin' through a new check
Bulldog on the passenger I my pet
Fuck a blue check, ain't no Twitter
If he got an issue, we can fix it
Red dot, clean shot, ain't no nigga
Tried to tell them fuck boy Warhol be chillin' nigga
Diamonds on my neck, Frosty where he be chillin'

Woah, he should be
on my neck where they should be chillin'
Diamonds on my neck they should be chillin'
My G-Day you already know how we nigga
My G-Day you know how we feelin'
Sippin'