Luyện nghe bài hát Heathens (Freestyle)

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

Vic Mensa]
Grew up around heathens, the streets us Tarzans
Slanging Mary Jane, swanging out a van
Banana for gorillas and cold killers
Percy Miller black car got no
It wasn't this was, I can attest
To I carried lead case a nigga wanna test
Number two can puncture you, wear a vest
We like a Lunchable, we live in constant threat
My history is filled with a long of regrets
back at my past, doing this victory lap
Surprised I made it, young eyes grown
killed my brother 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 feel violence, I got blood shot
flights, I need 21 pilots
Give me 21 beats, there's 21
21 in the W lobby
Man trust, you can a Rollie or handcuffs
Either way the police gon' say pull your up
Since you in the county don't want you to stand 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 like an duckling now
The same ones to laugh at my TC
Now me and Perrie, 'scuse my French but they 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 gotta fuck us
Yeah, I be with heathens but I've my stripes
Keep a SIG, I'm too pretty for fist
Until these niggas me I just wanna live life
Cop a in the city, buy a little ice
But y'all know me, I don't rock
the Roc diamonds, that's how I'm shining
Big broach homie, it was all about
So every roll call I make I'm signed in
Wait til they find that max Jay him
Could be an how my stars aligning
I fuck Bad Boy like I'm Mario Winans
Puff 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"
like DMC's Adidas
Demons, loca, like la vida
Outta' world, Zetus Lapetus
I don't want your girl, cut her off like
Abort this track a beat ain't breathing, bitch!