Luyện nghe bài hát Hip-Hop Drunkies Freestyle

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What dont yall get off of my dick, I got an to do
I spit a punch line now you get til 2002
I know your type, get wild a crew
And get powdery blue, you cant be proud to be you
I get like a child with a flu, you dont want to battle me
The response from the be Ouuu
matter if you my age or old as my pops
I got something for new that come straight out the box
Its nothing to bag your bitch, her holding my cock
Doing laundry half folding my socks
I know niggaz that I grew up with, roll with the cops
And got beat the fuck up, swollen with knots
fucking up in school so I told him to stop
Cause if the coach see your grades he holding your spot
I got plans to leave my neck and hands frozen rocks
So every bitch watch when I on the block
When my flow hit the top, its the or the drop
Bring the weed and speeding on the with the wop
Play hot boy and get a winter chop
Come back quarter hole in your top
The hoe the way I put her toes in a knot
Blows in her spot, middle finger rows your
say Im to smart to rhyme
So niggaz want me in that newest spring
Called chalk
I love to the chocolate kinds
So I dont show up at parades, unless its for the march of

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If could kill, Id probably average a body a bar
I put air holes in the side of your car
Dro come with smiley faces on the of jar
Blades put smiley on the side of your jaw
Im sick of the law, gamble trips on the floor
a tour, I send you on a trip to the floor
Im friends that borrow clothes,
Quicker to draw, in velour
a kid shoplift in the store
You shouldve listened before, hot slipped in the door
Banks, hard dicking your whore
Im too much for one borough, yall can all get a of Lloyd
Beefll show up on your porch like boys
gave me Fs so I gave the teachers noise
Who ever thought a outd be on the beach with toys
I got four arms, two for
One for fucking, my onell have you ducking

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I why you mad, somebody told I was hot didnt they
Well your nose I got a whole lot of shit to say
You sound like me, spit it in a way
You aint write no hits, put your wrist away
time you see me, Im looking like its picture day
Im athletic, I dip dive, for the spray
Im the best no surprise, buts, if, or
I put DNA all up in bitches braids
How you eating you skinny like you sick with AIDS
Beating me will never happen like parades
While you nickel bags, Im blowing out a fifth of haze
Im a be around when the the Jays
No free-bes, now you gotta pay me
I turn niggaz you, into baby butts
And I DJ, but I give you eighty cuts
Im a grown ass man go battle lady luck