Luyện nghe bài hát Heathens (Freestyle)

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

[Verse: Vic
Grew up heathens, the streets made us Tarzans
Slanging Mary Jane, swanging out a van
Banana clips for gorillas and cold
Percy Miller black car got no
It always this was, I can attest
To nights I carried lead case a wanna test
Number two can puncture you, better a vest
We packing a Lunchable, we live in constant threat
My history is filled a long list of regrets
Looking back at my past, doing this lap
Surprised I made it, eyes grown jaded
They killed my brother dead, wonder why I'd be
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 woke up alive on that hospital bed
I still feel violence, I got blood shot
flights, I need 21 pilots
Give me 21 beats, 21 bodies
21 in the W lobby
Man trust, you can rock a or handcuffs
Either way the gon' say pull your pants up
Since you in the county they don't you to stand up
Niggas say you change as soon as you get your up
I find it funny how, I'm money now
Them girls don't treat me an ugly duckling now
The ones used to laugh at my TC
Now it's me and Perrie, my French but they fucking now
why I date while I hate them I got no love
I was set an ultimatum on the 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 for fist fights
Until these kill me I just wanna live life
Cop a palace in the city, buy a 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
Wait til they that max Jay signed him
Could be an astrologist how my aligning
I fuck with Bad Boy like I'm Winans
know I got him if niggas shootin' I'm firin'
Please don't speak to me about stylin'
I rock Gucci drawers, my nuts
And I'm from the Chi where they
Pulling big racks out the wallet
Tell 'em "these heathens leave you
please, oh jeez he's leaking
Get him to the church he need a deacon"
Running like DMC's
Demons, loca, like la vida
Outta' this world, Lapetus
I don't want girl, cut her off like fetus
Abort this 'till a beat ain't breathing, bitch!