Luyện nghe bài hát Inkredible

(Yo)
(This is the freestyle,since the shina's got out of line)
(Young Money)

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

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

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

Now get off my testicles. Im illy-illy, the kid like willy.
I get "P" than 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 nasty to you haters, you can go and spit out.

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

Not we, cause we in Money. We sick in your 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 will dissect, all you freaking rap-ets.

Im nasty on the track like rat sex. Im happy, 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)