Luyện nghe bài hát Luck You (Freestyle)

I got a million flows, I can go with those
I got a rocket
Down to cock and chop and pop a that really impose
Niggas that's wit me is villans in
That all they good and they feelings on road
It's so appealing, the feeling of killing a nigga that
Get Milli Vanillied those
Turn a beef to a cheesesteak
Bitch, I be really in with those
Neck rocky as a blizzard, a nigga flex gotten
My is so chilly, it froze
Really I'm colder ever, my niggas going for whatever
Niggas gripped up, fifth tucked in the storm or the weather
Sandstorm or the desert, drawn on a Dessy
his whole body bloody
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 gone-gone already
the-, nigga the-
I'ma do a three in week, I the Jeep 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 every
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 less it's Louie, Gucci on the
Or even a D and a G, 'cause the way the money piling
I be wilding a nigga make about a B in a week
Fuck niggas on me
Nut I'm Payton, always on the team with the green
And the money counter, 'cause I'm accounting
It be money 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
you run up out it, lil' nigga
Uh, hit him a mini MAC
Is he really that bad that I gotta hit him with a gat?
Matter fact, me that
I'm literally at the spot he said he'd be at, but where is he at?
Like, really nigga? Is you tellin' me that?
Like I ain't prepared to hit him a felony act?
Like, what you thought, I would react?
Have a looking like he tryna fight in Smash Bros
When a nigga put a whole shell in his
Fuck niggas yelling it
Niggas get and start hating on a real nigga
It's like a smoking on jealousy pack
Look, nigga, uh
I got the remedy, I got the shooters hidden identities
Fuck who at me
I got a stack on me long as a and centipede
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
is talking, but no one offending me
Niggas know the result of the end'll be
Niggas won't know how to find where they be
I'm a way different nigga on
I got the recipe, none of y'all niggas sit to me
where your head and ya chess'll be
I suggest you niggas go testin' me
I suggest you niggas go testin' me, nigga

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