Luyện nghe bài hát Grove St Party freestyle

[Verse 1 - Lil
I got a whole lot of
Pop p-ssy for me
My homie got that
He'll it at a copper
Gangsta party, party, gangsta party!
Stove on my
Cook ass up gourmet
.44 do you want foreplay?
I'm going at your like Oil of Olay
No champagne, but you my flag rose
Swagger on Canseco, Jose
No Limit We so 'bout it 'bout it
I'm higher a bitch
Feel like a a f-cking mountain
nigga you know, my accountants still counting
Shots hit him a ago
But his body's still
Beam on the hammer, beam on your
Gotta kill the witnesses Birdman car red
Hollygrove Monster, Street preacher
Come to funeral, kill everybody but the preacher!
I in Miami, nigga
I'll South ya
Robin Leach, uh that's how we
You that I'm loaded but please don't take a sweeter
Beat one of you niggas up like John Cena
Them hoes on money
them hoes we coming
Before we get it
We saving hoes, we swapping
Gangsta party, gangsta party, party!
Big Desert Eagle, call it "shotty"
How'd you get money?
taught me that
The zan me under
Patron me back
I'm leaning on you
Like I a flat
And that Glock snap back a old Starter hat
What the lick I'm in the big league
I'm a breath of air
Let the breathe!
I'm to chillax
But I had to do it, dev
I'm at the like
"I had to do it, rev!"
Mack you my big
I a wig for you
Put on ? repeat
Until bury me
Moment of clarity:
my diamond game
I a fine bitch
Cause I like the finer
with me slime
No brain on the
I've got in mind
Carter 4, ain't f-cking with mine
I drop Sorry 4 The Wait
To make up for the

2 - Lil B]
Yeah I do my thang, wassup?
Young BasedGod, came in the ballers
Iced out chain,
I'm rich off same shit
See 5 hoes on my dick, bitch, it's
Westside, Bay Area
Bitch, I'll em
boy shit, BasedGod from the angles
On a cradle and you niggas can't stop me
Shouts out to Mack Maine rich and cocky.
still Westside
Shouts out to
Young BasedGod that .55 heater
187 bitch, I put it to 11
With tiny shirt mane
And the pants mane
I'm on BasedWorld and I with cash Money my niggas.
understand man
The game a chain
Woo woo! Swag, bitch, man
Off the top, I'm a hitter
My just a painting
And I paint you a picture,
Thing about it: a young nigga
This that stunt bitch, I just do's it
Lil B and I'll muthaf-ckin prove it
We