Luyện nghe bài hát Luck You (Freestyle)

I got a flows, I can go sillly with those
I got a pocket
Down to cock and chop and pop a nigga 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 killing a nigga pose
Get Milli Vanillied those
Turn a beef plate to a
Bitch, I be in Philly with those
Neck as a blizzard, a nigga flex gotten bigger
My is so chilly, it froze
Really I'm than ever, my niggas going for whatever
Niggas gripped up, fifth tucked in the storm or the weather
Sandstorm or the desert, hands drawn on a
Leave his whole bloody
Like shorty done put in her on already
Shooting with a Vietnam cannon out the Peter arm on the
See, the charm on
We go to jail, shit'll be fine, we'll meet up with friends
'Cause all of our mans gone-gone
Nigga the-, the-
I'ma do a three in week, I gave the Jeep the
Either the double-R stitching, it's that or the B in the seat
I got my D in a freak, I be in repeat
She eat every morning
I treat it like and gave her the cream of the wheat
And I rock it P and a B
I don't cop it 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 a B in a week
niggas hating on me
Nut I'm Payton, always on the team with the green
And the money counter, 'cause when I'm
It be money coming in and out it, paper cut the money
Dummy niggas, I been out it
Trying not to run up out it in a fist
With a knife, nigga a gun up out it
you run up out it, lil' nigga
Uh, hit him a mini MAC
Is he really bad that I gotta hit him with a bigger gat?
Matter fact, riddle me
I'm literally at the that he said he'd be at, but where is he at?
Like, really Is you really tellin' me that?
Like I ain't to hit him with a felony act?
Like, what you thought, I never react?
Have a nigga looking he tryna fight in Smash Bros
When a nigga put a whole shell in his
niggas yelling it back
Niggas get high and start hating on a nigga
It's like a nigga on jealousy pack
Look, nigga, uh
I got the remedy, I got the shooters with hidden
Fuck who at me
I got a stack on me long as a ruler and
I got Geneve, I got the energy
I got the money, the power, the
I go to
I'm asking these for 60 percent of the entity
No one me
Niggas is talking, but no one me
know what the result of the end'll be
Niggas won't know how to where they men'll be
I'm a way nigga on Hennessy
I got the recipe, none of y'all sit next to me
Guard your head and ya chess'll be
I you niggas never go testin' me
I suggest you niggas never go testin' me,

I you niggas I do this shit in my sleep, it's easy
I come to the and just say shit and it comes out that way
You know what I
I promise we down to go 36 hundred thousand rounds with anybody
Let niggas know that all that rapping fast shit
We can do it too,
Niggas be thinking got that special sauce
Not today, nigga, ain't that man?
Y'all what 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