Luyện nghe bài hát I Got The Keys (Freestyle)

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

I got the keys, keys,
I got the keys, keys,
Y'all are the kings, kings,
I roll up to
are the kings, 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
business got me side flipping like I'm cartwheeling
I'm Godzilla wearing in the mall inside of the Guitar Center
Got the mental
Got me off a barking at the dog kennel
Keys open doors, I said open doors, squeeze open fours
Leave your boys leaking, leave your overlord lookin' like old weave on the floor
don't ignore me, I'm going to war
Blowing in a foreign toy
My killing anything I'm pointing towards
Anything I'm pointing
I swing this mic when I'm rhyming, thought I better bring it
I'm what you'd get if Fetty Wap were to rob a
With Robert Markman, a eye Genius
A Jedi demon, he sip promethazine, I bet I him
I made a million, I ain't sell out, I just got the hell out
Nigga, my chips up, ask me am I in my P-R, I, I stop you just so I spell out Pringles
I'm in the strip club, I shell out
I'm the flowing boss semis, pick one
Head or tails, either way, you are about to let in
I came in 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 than Donald Glover love that song "Bad and Boujee"
"Bad and Boujee", I'm a black addict
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 that devil's food, them Betty Cakes
And I got something for them crooked too, let him pray
Turn his wedding day Freddie
Let that 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 wavy rhymer, a Mercedes
I'm a Cartier with diamonds
At the furrier, Saint Laurent sipping
You would catch me boxing with the burner
in your mouth like Ted DiBiase did to Virgil
Rolling over these hurdles playing C Murder then I'm playing G
Gang of cash on me, keep the thumper with me since I became a
Black youngster, I don't if I'mma tip the waitress tonight
Or it rain for dinner
I don't know if I'mma sign a deal or stay independent, not just a simple thing
Aston Martin topless while I'm 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 with 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 and I'm feeling 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 Fuck raw
I am the plug, raw
You niggas is about as much as a buttoned-up bra
I'm taking everybody instrumental, going Ted on it
Out here cooking so much the original sound like Peg Bundy on it
I'm Christmas gifting, y'all wrapping
I fit the of accidents in the axel of the bent
I an immaculate acumen
You a splitting of accidental flatulence
All it takes to be a gang banger on wax days
Is the engineer that 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 gone on the
Now
How much protection does a vest and get ya?
Especially when you with weapons stepping in the wrong direction of armageddon
Uh, keys, keys, y'all got the keys,
Ride up and squeeze,
Y'all are the kings, kings, heh, well, I'm to see