Luyện nghe bài hát Heathens (Freestyle)

[Hook: Tyler
All my friends are heathens it slow
for hem to ask you who you know
Please don't make any 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
Banana clips for gorillas and cold
Percy Miller black car got no
It wasn't always this was, I can
To nights I carried case a nigga wanna test
Number two can puncture you, better a vest
We like a Lunchable, we live in constant threat
My history is filled with a long list of
Looking back at my past, this victory lap
Surprised I made it, young grown jaded
They killed my dead, wonder why I'd be faded
Sometimes I feel guilty for being the boy who lived, I 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 or handcuffs
Either way the gon' say pull your pants up
Since you in the county they don't want you to up
Niggas say you change as as you get your Benz up
I find it funny how, I'm getting now
Them girls don't treat me 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 date while I hate them I got no
I was set an on the tour 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 I've my stripes
a SIG, I'm too pretty for fist fights
Until these niggas kill me I 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 homie, it was all about timing
So every roll I make sure I'm signed in
Wait til they that max Jay signed him
Could be an astrologist how my stars
I fuck with Bad Boy I'm Mario Winans
Puff know I got him if niggas shootin' I'm
don't even speak to me about stylin'
I rock Gucci drawers, my nuts
And I'm the Chi where they ultra-violent
big racks out the Gosha wallet
Tell 'em "these leave you bleeding
Screaming please, oh he's leaking
Get him to the church he need a deacon"
Running like DMC's
Demons, heaters loca, la vida
this world, Zetus Lapetus
I don't your girl, cut her off like fetus
this track 'till a beat ain't breathing, bitch!