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 a art dealer
I'm large money that's been augmented for the printer
business got me side flipping like I'm cartwheeling
I'm Godzilla wearing Margiela in the inside of the Guitar Center
Got the mental
Got me off a little at the dog kennel
Keys open doors, I said open doors, squeeze open fours
Leave your leaking, leave your overlord lookin' like some old weave on the floor
Please don't me, I'm going to war
Blowing weed in a toy
My shooters anything I'm pointing towards
I'm pointing 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 a million, I ain't sell out, I just got the hell out Neiman's
Nigga, my up, ask me am I in my P-R, I, I stop 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
Head or tails, either way, you are to let Hakeem in
I came in here to grow the rate
Bodies on top of on me
I got in my closet that could do the "Famous" video with Kanye
My status loony, nigga, I love my
I Mac and Uzi more than Donald love that song "Bad and Boujee"
"Bad and Boujee", I'm a black addict
With an attitude in a padded room of savage ghoulies
Eratic
I battle, I look at battle dudes like "Battle? Who, me?"
Fuck you niggas, I'm steady waiting, I fed him
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 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 with diamonds
At the furrier, Saint Laurent Merlot
You would never catch me with the burner
Hundred in your mouth Ted DiBiase did to Virgil
Rolling over these playing C Murder then I'm playing G Herbo
of cash on me, keep the thumper with me since I became a sinner
Black youngster, I know if I'mma 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 topless while I'm weighing my options on the triple beams
Learning that life ain't about the expensive shit, it's about the simple
Like a sexy bitch with zipper lip, clit nipple rings
You can not what is already going
bitch got her face on my lap
The she is, the badder she is
I was called tarbaby and I'm feeling up to par
Whenever I see the
I address them as top of the morning 'cause I above 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, going Ted on it
Out here cooking so much the original 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 immaculate
You a image of accidental flatulence
All it takes to be a gang on wax these 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 Carmen
If I catch ya you on the stretcher
Now
How much protection does a vest and get ya?
Especially when you armed 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