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 moves
You don't the half of the abused

[Verse: Vic
Grew up around heathens, the streets made us
Slanging Jane, swanging out a mini van
Banana clips for and cold killers
Percy Miller car got no limits
It wasn't this was, I can attest
To nights I carried lead case a wanna test
two can puncture you, better wear a vest
We packing like a Lunchable, we in constant threat
My is filled with a long list of regrets
Looking back at my past, doing victory lap
Surprised I made it, eyes grown jaded
They killed my brother dead, why I'd be faded
Sometimes I feel guilty for being the boy who lived, I could've been the one with that knife inside my
I guess God had bigger plans for the kid when I woke up still on that hospital bed
I still feel violence, I got blood shot
Non-stop flights, I need 21
Give me 21 beats, 21 bodies
21 thotties in the W
Man trust, you can a Rollie or handcuffs
Either way the gon' say pull 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 it funny how, I'm getting money now
Them don't treat me like an ugly duckling now
The same ones 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 on the tour bus
It's simple you can walk if you don't bust
Papi my brothers so you gotta both us
Yeah, I be with heathens but I've my stripes
Keep a SIG, I'm too pretty for fist
Until these niggas kill me I wanna live life
Cop a palace in the city, buy a ice
But y'all know me, I don't diamonds
Only the Roc diamonds, that's how I'm
Big broach homie, it was all timing
So every call I make sure I'm signed in
Wait til they find that max Jay him
Could be an astrologist how my aligning
I fuck with Bad Boy like I'm Winans
Puff I got him if niggas shootin' I'm firin'
Please don't even speak to me stylin'
I rock Gucci drawers, my nuts
And I'm from the Chi they ultra-violent
Pulling big racks out the Gosha
Tell 'em "these leave you bleeding
Screaming please, oh jeez leaking
Get him to the he gon' need a deacon"
Running like Adidas
Demons, heaters loca, like la
Outta' this world, Lapetus
I don't want your girl, cut her off fetus
Abort this track 'till a beat breathing, bitch!