Luyện nghe bài hát Heathens (Freestyle)

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

Vic Mensa]
Grew up around heathens, the made us Tarzans
Slanging Mary Jane, out a mini van
clips for gorillas and cold killers
Percy Miller car got no limits
It always this was, I can attest
To nights I carried lead case a wanna test
Number two can puncture you, better a vest
We packing like a Lunchable, we live in threat
My history is filled with a list of regrets
Looking at my past, doing this victory lap
Surprised I made it, young eyes 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 that knife inside my ribs
I guess God had plans for the kid when I woke up still alive on that hospital bed
I feel violence, I got blood shot eyelids
flights, I need 21 pilots
Give me 21 beats, 21 bodies
21 in the W lobby
Man trust, you can a Rollie or handcuffs
Either way the police gon' say pull pants up
Since you in the county they want you to stand up
Niggas say you as soon as you get your Benz up
I find it funny how, I'm getting now
girls don't 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 simple you can walk if you don't
Papi my so you gotta fuck both us
Yeah, I be with heathens but I've earned my
Keep a SIG, I'm too pretty for fights
Until these niggas kill me I just wanna live
Cop a in the city, buy a little ice
But y'all know me, I don't diamonds
the Roc diamonds, that's how I'm shining
Big homie, it was all about timing
So every roll call I make I'm signed in
Wait til they find max Jay signed him
be an astrologist how my stars aligning
I fuck with Bad Boy like I'm Winans
know I got him if niggas shootin' I'm firin'
Please even speak to me about stylin'
I Gucci drawers, my nuts Italian
And I'm from the Chi where they
Pulling big racks out the wallet
Tell 'em "these heathens leave you
Screaming please, oh he's leaking
Get him to the church he need a deacon"
like DMC's Adidas
Demons, heaters loca, like la
Outta' world, Zetus Lapetus
I don't want your girl, cut her off fetus
Abort this track 'till a ain't breathing, bitch!