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,
Y'all are the kings, kings,
I roll up to
are the kings, kings, kings
Well, I'm to see, I'm about to see
I talk scrilla like a art
I'm large money that's been for the small printer
business got me side flipping like I'm cartwheeling
I'm Godzilla wearing Margiela in the mall inside of the Guitar
Got the mental
Got me off a little barking at the dog
Keys open doors, I said keys open doors, squeeze fours
Leave your boys leaking, leave your overlord lookin' like some old 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 would swing this mic when I'm rhyming, thought I better it
I'm what you'd get if Fetty Wap to rob a marksman
With Robert Markman, a eye Genius
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 out Pringles
I'm in the strip club, I shell out
I'm the boss sweaping semis, pick one
Head or tails, either way, you are 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 could do the "Famous" with Kanye
My status loony, nigga, I my chrome
I Mac and Uzi more than Glover love that song "Bad and Boujee"
"Bad and Boujee", I'm a black mooly
With an attitude in a padded room full of savage
Eratic
I don't battle, I look at battle 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 crooked cops too, let him pray
Turn his wedding day Freddie
Let that machete behead him, set him
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 with diamonds
At the furrier, Laurent sipping Merlot
You never catch me boxing with the burner
Hundred in your like Ted DiBiase did to Virgil
Rolling over these hurdles playing C Murder I'm playing G Herbo
Gang of cash on me, keep the with me since I became a sinner
Black youngster, I don't know if I'mma tip the tonight
Or make it for dinner
I don't know if sign a deal or stay independent, it's 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 about the simple
Like a sexy side bitch with zipper lip, clit nipple
You can not stop what is already
African bitch got her on my lap
The blacker she is, the she is
I was called growing and I'm feeling up to par
Whenever I see the
I address them as top of the 'cause I feel above the law
Riding, do I look like I am the drugs? Fuck raw
I am the plug, raw
You niggas is as much action as a buttoned-up bra
I'm taking everybody instrumental, going Ted on it
Out here cooking so much the sound like it's Peg Bundy on it
I'm Christmas gifting, y'all shit
I fit the of accidents in the axel of the bent
I have an acumen
You a splitting image of accidental
All it to be a gang banger on wax these 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 Carmen
If I catch ya you on the stretcher
Now
How much protection a vest and armor get ya?
Especially you armed with weapons stepping in the wrong direction 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