Luyện nghe bài hát Heathens (Freestyle)

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

Vic Mensa]
Grew up around heathens, the streets us Tarzans
Slanging Mary Jane, swanging out a van
Banana clips for and cold killers
Percy black car got no limits
It wasn't always was, I can attest
To nights I carried case a nigga wanna test
Number two can puncture you, better wear a
We packing like a Lunchable, we live in threat
My history is with a long list of regrets
Looking back at my past, doing this lap
Surprised I made it, young eyes jaded
They killed my dead, wonder why I'd be faded
Sometimes I guilty for being the boy who lived, I could've been 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 violence, I got blood shot eyelids
Non-stop flights, I 21 pilots
me 21 beats, there's 21 bodies
21 in the W lobby
Man trust, you can a Rollie or handcuffs
Either way the police gon' say pull your up
Since you in the they 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 me like an ugly 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 I hate 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 so you gotta fuck both us
Yeah, I be with heathens but I've my stripes
a SIG, I'm too pretty for fist fights
Until these niggas me I just wanna live life
Cop a palace in the city, buy a ice
But y'all know me, I don't diamonds
the Roc diamonds, that's how I'm shining
Big broach homie, it was all about
So every roll I make sure I'm signed in
Wait til find that max Jay signed him
Could be an how my stars aligning
I fuck with Bad Boy like I'm Winans
Puff know I got him if niggas shootin' I'm
Please don't even to me about stylin'
I rock Gucci drawers, my nuts
And I'm from the Chi they ultra-violent
big racks out the Gosha wallet
Tell 'em "these leave you bleeding
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' this world, Lapetus
I want your girl, cut her off like fetus
this track 'till a beat ain't breathing, bitch!