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,
Y'all are the kings, kings,
I up to squeeze
Y'all are the kings, kings,
Well, I'm about to see, I'm to see
I scrilla like a art dealer
I'm large money that's augmented for the small printer
Homocide business got me side flipping like I'm
I'm Godzilla wearing in the mall inside of the Guitar Center
Got the boss
Got me off a little barking at the dog
Keys open doors, I said open doors, squeeze open fours
Leave boys leaking, leave your overlord lookin' like some old weave on the floor
Please don't me, I'm going to war
Blowing in a foreign toy
My shooters killing anything I'm pointing
I'm pointing towards
I would swing this mic when I'm rhyming, I better bring it
I'm what you'd get if Wap were to rob a marksman
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 stop you just so I could out Pringles
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 in here to grow the crime rate
on top of bodies on me
I got in my closet that could do the "Famous" video with Kanye
My status loony, nigga, I my chrome
I Mac and Uzi more Donald Glover love that song "Bad and Boujee"
"Bad and Boujee", I'm a black mooly
an attitude in a padded room full of savage ghoulies
Eratic
I battle, I look at battle dudes like "Battle? Who, me?"
Fuck you niggas, I'm waiting, I fed him bake
You know that devil's food, them Cakes
And I got something for them crooked cops too, let him
Turn his day Freddie Gray
Let that machete 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 with
At the furrier, Laurent sipping Merlot
You would never catch me boxing with the
Hundred in mouth like Ted DiBiase did to Virgil
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 know if I'mma tip the waitress tonight
Or it rain for dinner
I know if I'mma sign a deal or stay independent, it's not just a simple thing
Aston Martin topless I'm weighing my options on the triple beams
Learning that life about the expensive shit, it's about the simple things
Like a sexy bitch with zipper lip, clit nipple rings
You can not stop what is already
African got her face on my lap
The blacker she is, the she is
I was called tarbaby growing and I'm up to par
Whenever I see the
I address them as top of the morning 'cause I feel the law
Riding, do I like I am supplying the drugs? Fuck raw
I am the plug, raw
You niggas is about as action as a buttoned-up bra
I'm taking everybody instrumental, going Ted on it
Out cooking so much the original sound like it's Peg Bundy on it
I'm Christmas gifting, wrapping shit
I fit the description of accidents in the of the bent
I have an immaculate
You a splitting image of flatulence
All it takes to be a banger on wax these days
Is the engineer 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 ya you gone on the stretcher
Now
How protection does a vest and armor get ya?
when you armed with weapons stepping in the wrong direction of armageddon
Uh, keys, keys, got the keys, keys
Ride up and squeeze,
are the kings, kings, heh, well, I'm about to see