Luyện nghe bài hát Heathens (Freestyle)

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

Vic Mensa]
Grew up around heathens, the made us Tarzans
Slanging Mary Jane, swanging out a van
Banana clips for and cold killers
Miller black car got no limits
It wasn't this was, I can attest
To nights I carried lead case a nigga test
Number two can you, better wear a vest
We packing a Lunchable, we live in constant threat
My is filled with a long list of regrets
Looking back at my past, this victory lap
Surprised I made it, young eyes grown
They killed my brother dead, wonder why I'd be
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 plans for the kid when I woke up still on that hospital bed
I still feel violence, I got blood eyelids
flights, I need 21 pilots
Give me 21 beats, 21 bodies
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 they want you to stand up
Niggas say you change as soon as you get Benz up
I it funny how, I'm getting money now
Them girls don't treat me like an ugly now
The same ones 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 ultimatum on the bus
It's very simple you can walk if you don't
Papi my brothers so you fuck both us
Yeah, I be with heathens but earned my stripes
Keep a SIG, I'm too for fist fights
Until these niggas kill me I just wanna life
Cop a palace in the city, buy a ice
But y'all know me, I don't diamonds
Only the Roc diamonds, how I'm shining
Big broach homie, it was all timing
So every roll call I make I'm signed in
Wait til find that max Jay signed him
Could be an astrologist how my aligning
I with Bad Boy like I'm Mario Winans
know I got him if niggas shootin' I'm firin'
Please even speak to me about stylin'
I rock drawers, my nuts Italian
And I'm from the Chi they ultra-violent
Pulling big racks out the Gosha
Tell 'em "these heathens leave you
Screaming please, oh jeez leaking
Get him to the church he gon' a deacon"
Running like DMC's
Demons, heaters loca, la vida
Outta' world, Zetus Lapetus
I want your girl, cut her off like fetus
Abort track 'till a beat ain't breathing, bitch!