Luyện nghe bài hát Heathens (Freestyle)

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

Vic Mensa]
Grew up heathens, the streets made us Tarzans
Slanging Jane, swanging out a mini van
Banana clips for and cold killers
Miller black car got no limits
It always this was, I can attest
To nights I carried lead case a nigga wanna
Number two can puncture you, wear a vest
We like a Lunchable, we live in constant threat
My history is filled with a long list of
Looking back at my past, this victory lap
I made it, young eyes grown jaded
They killed my dead, wonder why I'd be faded
I feel guilty for being the boy who lived, I could've been the one with that knife inside my ribs
I guess God had bigger plans for the kid when I up still alive on that hospital bed
I still feel violence, I got blood eyelids
Non-stop flights, I need 21
me 21 beats, there's 21 bodies
21 in the W lobby
Man trust, you can rock a Rollie or
Either way the police gon' say pull your up
Since you in the county don't want you to stand up
Niggas say you change as soon as you get Benz up
I find it how, I'm getting money now
Them girls treat me like an ugly duckling now
The ones used to laugh at my TC
Now it's me and Perrie, my French but they fucking now
That's why I date while I hate I got no love
I was set an on the tour bus
It's very you can walk if you don't bust
Papi my so you gotta fuck both us
Yeah, I be with but I've earned my stripes
Keep a SIG, I'm too pretty for fights
Until these niggas 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, how I'm shining
Big broach homie, it was all about
So every roll call I make I'm signed in
Wait til find that max Jay signed him
Could be an how my stars aligning
I with Bad Boy like I'm Mario Winans
Puff I got him if niggas shootin' I'm firin'
don't even speak to me about stylin'
I Gucci drawers, my nuts Italian
And I'm from the Chi where they
Pulling big out the Gosha wallet
Tell 'em "these heathens you bleeding
Screaming please, oh he's leaking
Get him to the he gon' need a deacon"
Running DMC's Adidas
Demons, heaters loca, like la
Outta' this world, Zetus
I don't want your girl, cut her off like
Abort track 'till a beat ain't breathing, bitch!