Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Yuh Freestyle

Ok I'm but you can call me nada
my momma old G makes me a Don Dada
momma say I'm a cutta cuz my hair a shotta
the feds like to follow cause my bread to knot up
so roll up the Marley my eyes are low up in this
I'm for a (?)
Louie my eyes at
Prada my feets at
you aint gon that
ask me where my at
you never find out
ride nine five haters in my eye sight
more nothing
muthaf-cker better
(?) my DL's on the down
keep em in the MJ Noami
I don't need no (?)
my is a trophy
broads out Moco out Southeast
Killer uptown, load NBA trick
never give my to hoes that want my play sh-t
gold digger sonar, like it aint nothing
(?) but look I made from it
Carmelo straight
purple 8 hundred
I better get the four had the summer
n-gga sh-t
ATL was sippin
Magic city them
Gucci (?) cover my dreads I think I'm
I don't really mess the feds (?)
if they not talking no bread we aint listening
straight lane Kiffen
we aint for rings and that trophy I mention before I let em keep
Reggie Im murking my Kardashian (car dash in)
might as crash and pass it to Miles Austin
how I'm going, hoes want but now I'm on
A couple poems a songs and now its on
and this woman is loving the way that I
(?)
Shout out my miles
they stop the whole everytime I come around
and me and them rappers don't no common ground
I'ma a sphere they a square they even come around
I aint yet, I aint finished yet
bitches love me, houston spinach dip (?)
get it I got that flow, Winnepeg
this is work I am in a World, Winnefred
Tulisa all Caprices, (?) so far gone going on (?)
and me and my (?) and (?)
so everytime I treat em in the I gotta re-up
and ya'll gotta relax bout that he wack
or be reminscing over you word to P-Rock
riding in a CL, hope I see jail
and even if I do I know my momma gon be
(?) em whether she know it,
the youngest outta two see (?) she grown up
when they hate I give a whole f-ck
I have sh-t haze purple half cents
I have dollars for a young'un had sense
I sins so my parents never had lent
now I'm getting it everything lavish I'm
LeBron low punch I was
Ravishing, rick of rappin you bastards
and i just to hold her
she all that I can

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