Luyện nghe bài hát Luck You (Freestyle)

I got a million flows, I can go sillly with
I got a rocket
Down to cock and and pop a nigga that really impose
Niggas that's wit me is in hoodies
That lost all good and they feelings on road
It's so appealing, the feeling of a nigga that pose
Get Milli with those
Turn a beef plate to a
Bitch, I be really in Philly with
Neck as a blizzard, a nigga flex gotten bigger
My is so chilly, it froze
Really I'm colder than ever, my niggas for whatever
Niggas gripped up, fifth tucked in the storm or the weather
or the desert, hands drawn on a Dessy
Leave his whole body
Like shorty done put in her tampon on
Shooting with a Vietnam cannon out the Peter arm on the
See, the charm on
We go to jail, this shit'll be fine, meet up with friends
'Cause all of our mans already
the-, nigga the-
I'ma do a three in week, I gave the the receipt
the double-R stitching, it's that or the Bentley B in the seat
I got my D in a freak, I gotta be in
She wanna eat morning
I treat it like porridge and her the cream of the wheat
And I rock it P and a B
I cop it less it's Louie, Gucci on the pocket
Or even a D and a G, 'cause the way that the piling
I be wilding 'til a nigga make about a B in a
niggas hating on me
Nut I'm Gary Payton, always on the team with the
And the money counter, 'cause I'm accounting
It be coming in and coming out it, paper cut the money
niggas, I been thumbing out it
Trying not to run up out it in a fist
With a knife, brought a gun up out it
Don't you run up out it, lil'
Uh, hit him a mini MAC
Is he really that bad that I gotta hit him with a gat?
fact, riddle me that
I'm literally at the spot that he said be at, but where is he at?
Like, really nigga? Is you really tellin' me
Like I ain't prepared to hit him with a felony
Like, what you thought, I never react?
Have a nigga looking like he tryna in Smash Bros
a nigga put a whole shell in his back
Fuck yelling it back
get high and start hating on a real nigga
It's like a nigga on jealousy pack
Look, nigga, uh
I got the remedy, I got the shooters hidden identities
who send at me
I got a stack on me long as a and centipede
I got that Geneve, I got the
I got the money, the power, the
I go to
I'm asking these for 60 percent of the entity
No one me
is talking, but no one offending me
Niggas what the result of the end'll be
Niggas won't know how to where they men'll be
I'm a way different on Hennessy
I got the recipe, none of y'all niggas sit to me
Guard where head and ya chess'll be
I you niggas never go testin' me
I suggest you never go testin' me, nigga

I promise you I do this shit in my sleep, it's easy
I to the studio and just say shit and it comes out that way
You know I mean?
I promise y'all we to go 36 hundred thousand rounds with anybody
Let these niggas know that all that rapping shit
We can do it too,
Niggas be they got that special sauce
Not today, nigga, ain't right man?
Y'all know the fuck going on man
Who next? Who next? Who next? For real, who
Lemme know, lemme know, I'm off this, I'm off
me now