Luyện nghe bài hát Jesco White (Freestyle)

Billy!
MWA Bitch!
Low-fashion
Mr. Don Corleone!

One drop or a from this boss
You might get with the fist or shot what you stuck in the cross
Hairs of a through your nach-o
See I gave a fuck once, now I do not
Hello, hello, I, lit up like a light
a young Jesco White, on a mellow-yellow high
Chip a tooth when pebble flies, back at that Chevy wheel
Seen the world the Devil's eyes, he dared me to make a deal
I decline, king of mine, that's a of time
Give me a break, spit on the snake, let 'em taste the
Cowboy boots scaled like a plate of
Black suede pressed dress to create a
You let your fangs hang, haters can't do a thang
But complain, comment and shame, claiming to
same bitch that you double-tapping to bang came
To my show like Su-Sussudio and me brain games
See ain't got no problem with execution
I just up like a prophet and hop up and fucking do it
No logical on how I drop my music
I just find a socket, plug it in and lock into it
Oh, a wonderful feeling
Gotta a minute and do some breathing
Ain't a day off work since I went and took Cleveland, looking for a reason
Looking for a tie, for a suit
That Rock and Hall-of-Fame is due
Overdue, but the road is
When you invade it's no-one's
No one knows, it goes
Where you've been or to do
But me in a nutshell bro
nuts, deja-vu
Oh what a dream, row your
Sow your oats, all the beans
Ain't no gas, kid lets rock, buy the bot, not with the lean
In my coat when I fucking pop, a mushroom in the morning gleam
After a rain, in the spring, Wayne, yeah-that's me
Got it locked, is key
Got it hot in the C-
O-U-N-T-R-Y, Catfish in your sore
If you want that four-five, come on in the
So deep that your-tribe, welcome to the north side
Look up in the back, that Heisenberg hat, pie
Stick you to that Get Buck, is our war cry
are playing Fortnite, I was playing short-sight
Didn't see tomorrow, I wanted one more bite
So I started stealing, chopping parts the porch light
I just wanted than what Mamma could afford, why?
Cause I am a son of a bitch! as you ever saw
up and duck or get hit, with this here pepper y'all
Huddle-up with your fucked clique, and hit some
a dick, sucka suck shit, all through an effin' straw
Naw he didn't-oh, yes the I did!
Now take these words, woke, and tattoo both eye lids
Y'all bitches on me? I need my own Hilton
I come with cots for you bots, go a nap in the den
I master a plan with the mastering Mathers again
Slum-Shady, I'm and laughing again
But when that trash in the like a ravenous wind
When I pass in that Cadillac, with Travis and em'
Yeah, and its so much fun at it again
I just might need to sing a bit, go get practice and then
So let me clear my throat, let me see if I the notes
I hear the notes, now look in your black mirror and strike a

Ain't it good to be
Everybody your name
But you can't walk here shameless
90% of so lame

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