Luyện nghe bài hát I Got The Keys (Freestyle)

Yeah, I'm starting to have fun now, so you

I got the keys, keys,
I got the keys, keys,
are the kings, kings, kings
I up to squeeze
Y'all are the kings, kings,
Well, I'm about to see, I'm to see
I talk scrilla a art dealer
I'm large money that's been for the small printer
Homocide business got me side like I'm cartwheeling
I'm Godzilla Margiela in the mall inside of the Guitar Center
Got the boss
Got me off a barking at the dog kennel
Keys open doors, I said keys open doors, squeeze fours
Leave boys leaking, leave your overlord lookin' like some old weave on the floor
Please don't ignore me, I'm to war
Blowing weed in a toy
My shooters killing anything I'm pointing
Anything I'm towards
I swing this mic when I'm rhyming, thought I better bring it
I'm what you'd get if Fetty Wap to rob a marksman
With Robert Markman, a dead eye
A demon, he sip promethazine, I bet I lean him
I made a million, I ain't sell out, I got the hell out Neiman's
Nigga, my chips up, ask me am I in my P-R, I, I stop you just so I could spell out
I'm in the strip club, I shell out
I'm the flowing sweaping semis, pick one
Head or tails, way, you are about to let Hakeem in
I came in to grow the crime rate
Bodies on top of on me
I got skeletons in my closet that could do the "Famous" with Kanye
My status loony, nigga, I my chrome
I Mac and Uzi more than Donald Glover love song "Bad and Boujee"
"Bad and Boujee", I'm a addict mooly
With an in a padded room full of savage ghoulies
goonies
I don't battle, I look at battle like "Battle? Who, me?"
Fuck you niggas, I'm waiting, I fed him bake
You know that food, them Betty Cakes
And I got something for them cops too, let him pray
Turn his wedding day Gray
Let machete behead him, set him straight
Let it devastate, let his soul levitate, let the levies
I'm murderous, I got Reaganomics in my
I'm a rhymer, a Mercedes rider
I'm a 89'er with diamonds
At the furrier, Laurent sipping Merlot
You would never catch me with the burner
Hundred in mouth like Ted DiBiase did to Virgil
Rolling over these hurdles playing C Murder I'm playing G Herbo
of cash on me, keep the thumper with me since I became a sinner
Black youngster, I don't know if tip the waitress tonight
Or make it for dinner
I don't know if I'mma sign a deal or stay independent, it's not just a thing
Aston Martin topless while I'm weighing my on the triple beams
Learning that life ain't about the expensive shit, about the simple things
Like a side bitch with zipper lip, clit nipple rings
You can not stop what is already
African got her face on my lap
The she is, the badder she is
I was called growing and I'm feeling up to par
I see the police
I address them as top of the morning 'cause I feel the law
Riding, do I look like I am supplying the drugs? raw
I am the plug, raw
You niggas is as much action as a buttoned-up bra
I'm taking everybody instrumental, Ted Bundy on it
Out here cooking so much the sound like it's Peg Bundy on it
I'm Christmas gifting, y'all wrapping
I fit the of accidents in the axel of the bent
I have an acumen
You a splitting image of accidental
All it takes to be a gang banger on wax days
Is the that come in and patch you in
Yes, sir, I'm too to stress ya
I'm cool, calm, and
I'm electric, you Electra
If I catch ya you on the stretcher
Now
How much protection does a and armor get ya?
Especially you armed with weapons stepping in the wrong direction of armageddon
Uh, keys, keys, got the keys, keys
up and squeeze, squeeze
Y'all are the kings, kings, heh, well, I'm to see