Luyện nghe bài hát Heathens (Freestyle)

[Hook: Tyler
All my are heathens take it slow
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 heathens, the streets made us Tarzans
Slanging Mary Jane, out a mini van
clips for gorillas and cold killers
Percy Miller black car got no
It wasn't always this was, I can
To nights I lead case a nigga wanna test
Number two can puncture you, wear a vest
We packing a Lunchable, we live in constant threat
My is filled with a long list of regrets
back at my past, doing this victory lap
Surprised I made it, young grown jaded
killed my brother 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 plans for the kid when I woke up still alive on that 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 say pull your pants up
Since you in the county they don't want you to up
Niggas say you 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 fucking now
That's why I while I hate them I got no love
I was set an ultimatum on the bus
It's very you can walk if you don't bust
Papi my so you gotta fuck both us
Yeah, I be with heathens but earned my stripes
Keep a SIG, I'm too pretty for fist
Until these niggas me I just wanna live life
Cop a palace in the city, buy a ice
But y'all know me, I rock diamonds
Only the Roc diamonds, how I'm shining
Big broach homie, it was all about
So every roll call I make sure I'm in
Wait til find that max Jay signed him
Could be an astrologist how my aligning
I fuck with Bad Boy like I'm Winans
Puff know I got him if niggas I'm firin'
Please even speak to me about stylin'
I rock Gucci drawers, my Italian
And I'm from the Chi where they
Pulling big racks out the wallet
Tell 'em "these leave you bleeding
Screaming please, oh jeez he's
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 your girl, cut her off like
Abort this 'till a beat ain't breathing, bitch!