Luyện nghe bài hát Heathens (Freestyle)

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

[Verse: Vic
Grew up around heathens, the made us Tarzans
Slanging Mary Jane, swanging out a van
clips for gorillas and cold killers
Percy Miller black car got no
It wasn't this was, I can attest
To nights I carried lead a nigga wanna test
Number two can puncture you, better a vest
We packing like a Lunchable, we in constant threat
My history is filled with a list of regrets
Looking at my past, doing this victory lap
I made it, young eyes grown jaded
They killed my dead, wonder why I'd be faded
Sometimes I feel guilty for being the boy who lived, I could've been the one with that 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 shot
flights, I need 21 pilots
Give me 21 beats, there's 21
21 thotties in the W
Man trust, you can rock a Rollie or
Either way the police gon' say your pants up
Since you in the county they don't you to stand up
Niggas say you change as soon as you get your up
I it funny how, I'm getting money now
Them girls don't treat me an ugly duckling now
The ones used to laugh at my TC
Now it's me and Perrie, 'scuse my French but they now
That's why I date while I them I got no love
I was set an ultimatum on the bus
It's very simple you can if you don't bust
Papi my brothers so you gotta both us
Yeah, I be with heathens but earned my stripes
Keep a SIG, I'm too for fist fights
Until these niggas kill me I just wanna live
Cop a palace in the city, buy a ice
But y'all me, I don't rock diamonds
Only the Roc diamonds, how I'm shining
Big broach homie, it was all about
So every call I make sure I'm signed in
Wait til they find max Jay signed him
be an astrologist how my stars aligning
I fuck with Bad Boy I'm Mario 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 the Chi where they ultra-violent
Pulling big racks out the wallet
Tell 'em "these heathens leave you
Screaming please, oh he's leaking
Get him to the church he gon' a deacon"
like DMC's Adidas
Demons, heaters loca, la vida
Outta' world, Zetus Lapetus
I don't want your girl, cut her off like
this track 'till a beat ain't breathing, bitch!