Luyện nghe bài hát I Got The Keys (Freestyle)

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

I got the keys, keys,
I got the keys, keys,
are the kings, kings, kings
I roll up to
Y'all are the kings, kings,
Well, I'm to see, I'm about to see
I talk scrilla a art dealer
I'm money that's been augmented for the small printer
Homocide business got me side flipping I'm cartwheeling
I'm Godzilla wearing Margiela in the mall of the Guitar Center
Got the boss
Got me off a barking at the dog kennel
Keys open doors, I said keys open doors, open fours
Leave your boys leaking, leave your overlord like some old weave on the floor
Please don't me, I'm going to war
weed in a foreign toy
My shooters anything I'm pointing towards
I'm pointing towards
I would swing this mic when I'm rhyming, thought I bring it
I'm what you'd get if Fetty Wap were to rob a
With Markman, a dead eye Genius
A demon, he sip promethazine, I bet I lean him
I a million, I ain't sell out, I just got the hell out Neiman's
Nigga, my chips up, ask me am I in my P-R, I, I you just so I could spell out Pringles
I'm in the strip club, I shell out
I'm the boss sweaping semis, pick one
or tails, either way, you are about to let Hakeem in
I came in here to the crime rate
on top of bodies on me
I got skeletons in my closet that do the "Famous" video with Kanye
My status loony, nigga, I my chrome
I Mac and Uzi more than Donald Glover love that "Bad and Boujee"
"Bad and Boujee", I'm a black addict
With an attitude in a padded room 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 devil's food, them Betty
And I got something for them cops too, let him pray
his wedding day Freddie Gray
Let machete behead him, set him straight
Let it devastate, let his levitate, let the levies break
I'm murderous, I got Reaganomics in my
I'm a rhymer, a Mercedes rider
I'm a 89'er Cartier diamonds
At the furrier, Saint Laurent Merlot
You would never catch me boxing with the
Hundred in your mouth like Ted DiBiase did to
Rolling over these playing C Murder then I'm playing G Herbo
Gang of cash on me, keep the with me since I became a sinner
Black youngster, I don't if I'mma tip the waitress tonight
Or make it for dinner
I don't know if sign a deal or stay independent, it's not just a simple thing
Martin topless while I'm weighing my options on the triple beams
Learning that life ain't about the expensive shit, it's the simple things
Like a sexy side bitch zipper lip, clit nipple rings
You can not stop what is already
African bitch got her on my lap
The she is, the badder she is
I was called tarbaby growing and I'm up to par
I see the police
I them as top of the morning 'cause I feel above the law
Riding, do I look like I am supplying the drugs? raw
I am the plug, raw
You niggas is about as much as a buttoned-up bra
I'm everybody instrumental, going Ted Bundy on it
Out here cooking so much the original like it's Peg Bundy on it
I'm Christmas gifting, y'all shit
I fit the description of in the axel of the bent
I have an acumen
You a image of accidental flatulence
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 charming to ya
I'm cool, calm, and
I'm electric, you Electra
If I catch ya you on the stretcher
Now
How much protection a vest and armor get ya?
Especially when you armed with weapons stepping in the wrong of armageddon
Uh, keys, keys, got the keys, keys
Ride up and squeeze,
Y'all are the kings, kings, heh, well, I'm to see