Luyện nghe bài hát Inkredible

(Yo)
(This is the first freestyle,since the got out of line)
(Young Money)

Young Cash Money (yeah) , Im the young boy.
Im goin' a recognition like Brandon Roy (what up).
Im bout' to go nuts for fun, call it joy (get it).
And imma bee in the summer calldaroy.
The Young Money (yeah), imma rock her
I got your girl combination, watch I'll her.
Get it. They say im silly, well imma a rapper to the youngin" Lil' Diggy.

Re-Rest in peace Pac, Re-Rest in Biggy, but twizzy, im like The Beatles in my city (rock).
Why? Cause i know what's uppa, and i dont these young artists rappers their suppa.
Im eating all these rappers claim they better.
I tell to get off my meat, my peckerwood and my decker.
And get ready cause im comin' for ya, better get your whole to start running for ya.

Holdin' campaignins. I dont care if your famous. Im on fire like im cannin' , it help me if its rainin' , not complainin'.
Cause im indestructible. Crazy mother truckable , when im like the Huxtable's.

Now get off my testicles. Im illy-illy, the kid Gille willy.
I get more "P" a hat of a Philly, hold up.
Well let me keep that to myself. and White like the ref.
Im rockin' for the def, ugh.
Im the working artist, im the smartest, im the modest. Hit them muggers like a ??? and get out. (ugh)
101 game now sit out. And if im to you haters, then you can go and spit out.

I be doing if i fly. Better your tissue when my ish drop.
Cause its be like diarrhea, droppin stacks at galleria.
Hollin at these mama (yeah)
Im so Inkredible, up on ya kids, you better buy a vowel.
I make you sweat so you better buy a towel. And i know who's now who's looking for the aisle.

Not we, cause we in Young Money. We sick in tummy, we make your nose runny. Yeah we make your nose runny, got a house full of chicks, I call it twist clyde bunnies (yeah).

Sh-Shall I keep going? flowing? Throw my chain up, and then it starts snowing, start storming, start hailing. Whatever they call it. Yeah its hailing cause its ice falling, yeah your kid still ballin'.

Im runnin' out of breath, im feelin myself. If no one else. (who cares) Cause i dont care about what you do. Because its me against you like 2x2 or 3x3 yes imma do me. Spell my name "T" "W" Mr capital "T". Oh wait I missed the freakin "I" "S", cause I is the best. And i freakin dissect, all you freaking rap-ets.

Im on the track like rat sex. Im happy, because I got a mad check. Mr. Little "T". Mr 1 point 3 young mula ba-by. (yeah)

(ok)
(I had to go in. Ya dig)
(Shout out to my bro diggy, i see you mr. atlantic)
(Young Money)
(What up Free'd)
(Ya Dig)