Luyện nghe bài hát Heathens (Freestyle)

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

Vic Mensa]
Grew up heathens, the streets made us Tarzans
Mary Jane, swanging out a mini van
Banana clips for gorillas and cold
Percy Miller car got no limits
It wasn't always this was, I can
To nights I carried lead case a wanna test
two can puncture you, better wear a vest
We packing a Lunchable, we live in constant threat
My history is filled with a list of regrets
Looking back at my past, doing this lap
Surprised I made it, young eyes jaded
They my brother dead, wonder why I'd be faded
Sometimes I feel 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 up still alive on that hospital bed
I still violence, I got blood shot eyelids
Non-stop flights, I need 21
Give me 21 beats, 21 bodies
21 thotties in the W
Man trust, you can rock a Rollie or
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 getting now
Them girls don't treat me like an ugly now
The same used to laugh at my TC
Now it's me and Perrie, 'scuse my French but fucking now
why I date while I hate them I got no love
I was set an ultimatum on the bus
very simple you can walk if you don't 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 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 they find that max Jay him
Could be an astrologist how my stars
I fuck with Bad Boy like I'm Winans
Puff I got him if niggas shootin' I'm firin'
Please don't speak to me about stylin'
I rock drawers, my nuts Italian
And I'm from the Chi they ultra-violent
big racks out the Gosha wallet
Tell 'em "these heathens you bleeding
Screaming please, oh jeez he's
Get him to the church he need a deacon"
Running DMC's Adidas
Demons, loca, like la vida
this world, Zetus Lapetus
I don't want your girl, cut her off fetus
Abort this track 'till a beat breathing, bitch!