Luyện nghe bài hát Heathens (Freestyle)

[Hook: Tyler
All my friends are heathens take it
Wait for hem to ask you who you
Please make any sudden moves
You know the half of the abused

[Verse: Vic
Grew up around heathens, the streets made us
Slanging Mary Jane, swanging out a van
Banana for gorillas and cold killers
Percy Miller black car got no
It always this was, I can attest
To nights I carried lead case a nigga test
Number two can you, better 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, doing victory lap
I made it, young eyes grown 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 for the kid when I woke up still alive on that hospital bed
I still feel violence, I got blood eyelids
Non-stop flights, I need 21
Give me 21 beats, there's 21
21 thotties in the W
Man trust, you can rock a or handcuffs
way the police gon' say pull your pants up
Since you in the they don't 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
Them girls don't me like an ugly duckling now
The same used to laugh at my TC
Now it's me and Perrie, 'scuse my French but fucking now
why I date while I hate them I got no love
I was set an on the tour bus
It's very simple you can walk if you bust
Papi my brothers so you fuck both us
Yeah, I be with heathens but earned my stripes
Keep a SIG, I'm too pretty for fights
Until these niggas me I just wanna live life
Cop a in the city, buy a little ice
But know me, I don't rock diamonds
Only the Roc diamonds, how I'm shining
Big broach homie, it was all about
So every roll I make sure I'm signed in
Wait til they find that max Jay him
be an astrologist how my stars aligning
I fuck with Bad Boy like I'm Winans
Puff I got him if niggas shootin' I'm firin'
Please don't speak to me about stylin'
I rock Gucci drawers, my Italian
And I'm from the Chi they ultra-violent
big racks out the Gosha wallet
Tell 'em "these heathens you bleeding
Screaming please, oh he's leaking
Get him to the church he need a deacon"
Running DMC's Adidas
Demons, heaters loca, la vida
Outta' this world, Zetus
I don't want your girl, cut her off like
Abort track 'till a beat ain't breathing, bitch!