Luyện nghe bài hát Heathens (Freestyle)

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

Vic Mensa]
Grew up heathens, the streets made us Tarzans
Slanging Mary Jane, out a mini van
clips for gorillas and cold killers
Percy Miller car got no limits
It wasn't always was, I can attest
To nights I carried lead case a wanna test
Number two can puncture you, better wear a
We packing a Lunchable, we live in constant threat
My history is filled with a long of regrets
Looking back at my past, doing this lap
Surprised I made it, eyes grown jaded
They killed my dead, wonder why I'd be faded
Sometimes I feel guilty for 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 violence, I got blood shot eyelids
flights, I need 21 pilots
Give me 21 beats, there's 21
21 thotties in the W
Man trust, you can a Rollie or handcuffs
Either way the police gon' say your pants up
Since you in the county don't want you to stand up
say you change as soon as you get your Benz up
I find it funny how, I'm money now
Them girls don't treat me like an duckling now
The same ones to laugh at my TC
Now me and Perrie, 'scuse my French but they fucking now
That's why I date while I hate them I got no
I was set an ultimatum on the bus
It's very you can walk if you don't bust
Papi my so you gotta fuck both us
Yeah, I be heathens but I've earned my stripes
Keep a SIG, I'm too for fist fights
these niggas kill 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, that's how I'm
Big broach homie, it was all timing
So every roll call I make sure I'm in
til they find that max Jay signed him
Could be an astrologist how my aligning
I fuck with Bad Boy I'm Mario Winans
Puff know I got him if niggas I'm firin'
Please don't even speak to me about
I rock Gucci drawers, my Italian
And I'm from the Chi they ultra-violent
Pulling big out the Gosha wallet
Tell 'em "these heathens leave you
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, Lapetus
I don't want your girl, cut her off like
this track 'till a beat ain't breathing, bitch!