Luyện nghe bài hát Heathens (Freestyle)

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

[Verse: Vic
Grew up around heathens, the streets made us
Slanging Mary Jane, swanging out a van
Banana clips for gorillas and cold
Percy black car got no limits
It wasn't always was, I can attest
To I carried lead case a nigga wanna test
Number two can puncture you, wear a vest
We packing a Lunchable, we live in constant threat
My history is filled with a list of regrets
Looking back at my past, doing this 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 bigger plans for the kid when I woke up alive on that hospital bed
I still feel violence, I got shot eyelids
Non-stop flights, I 21 pilots
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 they don't want you to stand up
Niggas say you change as soon as you get your up
I find it funny how, I'm getting now
Them girls treat me like an ugly duckling now
The same ones to laugh at my TC
Now it's me and Perrie, 'scuse my but they fucking now
That's why I date I hate them I got no love
I was set an on the tour bus
very simple you can walk if you don't bust
Papi my brothers so you fuck both us
Yeah, I be with heathens but I've earned my
a SIG, I'm too pretty for fist fights
Until niggas kill me I just wanna live life
Cop a palace in the city, buy a ice
But know me, I don't rock diamonds
Only the Roc diamonds, that's how I'm
Big broach homie, it was all about
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 Winans
Puff know I got him if niggas shootin' I'm
Please even speak to me about stylin'
I Gucci drawers, my nuts Italian
And I'm from the Chi where ultra-violent
big racks out the Gosha wallet
Tell 'em "these heathens leave you
please, oh jeez he's leaking
Get him to the he gon' need a deacon"
Running like DMC's
Demons, loca, like la vida
Outta' world, Zetus Lapetus
I don't want your girl, cut her off fetus
Abort track 'till a beat ain't breathing, bitch!