Luyện nghe bài hát Jesco White (Freestyle)

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

One or a knot from this boss
You might get rocked with the fist or shot what you stuck in the
Hairs of a semi-au-to through your
See I gave a fuck once, now I do not
Hello, hello, I, lit up like a yellow
Like a young Jesco White, on a high
Chip a tooth when pebble flies, back at that Chevy wheel
the world through the Devil's eyes, he dared me to make a deal
I decline, king of mine, that's a waste of
Give me a break, spit on the snake, let 'em the lines
Cowboy boots like a plate of dimes
Black suede dress to create a grime
You let your fangs hang, can't do a dang thang
But complain, comment and shame, to gang-bang
That same bitch you double-tapping to bang came
To my show like and show me brain games
See visionaries ain't got no problem with
I wake up like a prophet and hop up and fucking do it
No logical on how I drop my music
I just find a socket, it in pocket and lock into it
Oh, what a wonderful
Gotta take a and do some breathing
Ain't take a day off work since I went and took Cleveland, looking for a
Looking for a tie, for a suit
Rock and Roll Hall-of-Fame is due
Overdue, but the road is
When you invade it's clue
No one knows, where it
Where been or what to do
But that's me in a bro
Going nuts,
Oh a dream, row your boats
Sow oats, all with the beans
Ain't no gas, kid lets rock, buy with the bot, not the lean
In my coat when I fucking pop, like a mushroom in the gleam
a rain, in the spring, Michael Wayne, yeah-that's me
Got it locked, is key
Got it hot in the C-
O-U-N-T-R-Y, in your sore eyes
If you want that four-five, come on in the
So deep that said your-tribe, to the north side
Look up in the back, Heisenberg hat, pork pie
Stick you to Get Buck, Three-6 is our war cry
Kids are Fortnite, I was playing short-sight
Didn't see tomorrow, I just wanted one more
So I started stealing, chopping parts under the light
I just better than what Mamma could afford, why?
I am a son of a bitch! Hard as you ever saw
Shut up and duck or get hit, this here pepper y'all
with your fucked clique, and hit some methanol
Suck a dick, suck shit, all through an effin' straw
Naw he didn't-oh, yes the I did!
Now take these words, stay woke, and tattoo 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
While I a plan with the mastering Mathers again
Slum-Shady, I'm plumb-crazy and laughing
But when trash in the atmosphere like a ravenous wind
When I pass in black Cadillac, with Travis and em'
Yeah, and its so fun going at it again
I just might need to a bit, go get some practice and then
So let me clear my throat, let me see if I the notes
I hear the notes, now look in your mirror and strike a pose

Ain't it to be famous?
Everybody knows your
But you can't walk around here
90% of so lame

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