Luyện nghe bài hát G-Day Freestyle II

*Rambo
You fuckin' up man
Better come correct mister

1]
Come correct when you fuckin' wit' a real
Stripes on all the time, Krueger fit
Lane switchin' brain
What's yo nigga
Finna take all my young boy, might need a nigga
In a wrath
drank, kissin' pink, but my tag thicker
Thick bitch, fuck around might have to her thicker
Painting pictures for these so my vision clearer
Body bag ya bitch, I taggin' shit
She just you cause she seen you on my gram and shit
You wanna fuck on bad that's a average bitch
Know my stamina's 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 take no bars, I just spit these
Sippin' bloody
All she get is quit, crackin' at yo
Whoa, aye,

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

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

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

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