Luyện nghe bài hát Heathens (Freestyle)

[Hook: Tyler
All my friends are heathens take it
for hem to ask you who you know
Please don't make any sudden
You don't know the of the abused

[Verse: Vic
up around heathens, the streets made us Tarzans
Slanging Jane, swanging out a mini van
Banana clips for gorillas and cold
Percy Miller black car got no
It always this was, I can attest
To nights I carried case a nigga wanna test
Number two can puncture you, better wear a
We packing like a Lunchable, we live in constant
My history is filled with a long of regrets
back at my past, doing this victory lap
Surprised I made it, young eyes jaded
They my brother dead, wonder why I'd be faded
Sometimes I feel guilty for being the boy who lived, I could've the one with that knife inside my ribs
I guess God had plans for the kid when I woke up still alive on that hospital bed
I still feel violence, I got blood shot
Non-stop flights, I need 21
Give me 21 beats, there's 21
21 in the W lobby
Man trust, you can a Rollie or handcuffs
Either way the police gon' say pull your up
you in the county they don't want you to stand up
Niggas say you change as soon as you get your up
I find it how, I'm getting money now
Them girls don't treat me like an duckling now
The same ones to laugh at my TC
Now me and Perrie, 'scuse my French but they fucking now
why I date while I hate them I got no love
I was set an ultimatum on the bus
It's very simple you can walk if you don't
Papi my brothers so you fuck both us
Yeah, I be with heathens but I've my stripes
a SIG, I'm too pretty for fist fights
Until these kill me I just wanna live life
Cop a palace in the city, buy a ice
But y'all know me, I don't rock
Only the Roc diamonds, that's how I'm
Big broach homie, it was all timing
So every call I make sure I'm signed in
til they find that max Jay signed him
Could be an astrologist how my stars
I fuck with Bad Boy like I'm Mario
Puff know I got him if niggas I'm firin'
Please even speak to me about stylin'
I rock Gucci drawers, my Italian
And I'm from the Chi where ultra-violent
Pulling big racks out the wallet
Tell 'em "these heathens you bleeding
Screaming please, oh jeez leaking
Get him to the church he gon' a deacon"
Running like DMC's
Demons, heaters loca, like la
Outta' this world, Lapetus
I want your girl, cut her off like fetus
Abort track 'till a beat ain't breathing, bitch!