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 villans in
That lost all they good and feelings on road
so appealing, the feeling of killing a nigga that pose
Get Milli Vanillied those
Turn a beef plate to a
Bitch, I be really in Philly those
Neck rocky as a blizzard, a nigga flex bigger
My is so chilly, it froze
Really I'm colder than ever, my niggas going for
Niggas gripped up, tucked in the snow storm or the weather
Sandstorm or the desert, hands drawn on a
Leave his whole body
Like done put in her tampon on already
Shooting with a Vietnam cannon out the arm on the levy
See, the charm on
We go to jail, shit'll be fine, we'll meet up with friends
'Cause all of our gone-gone 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 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 less it's Louie, 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
Fuck hating on me
Nut I'm Gary Payton, on the team with the green
And the money counter, 'cause I'm accounting
It be money coming in and out it, paper cut the money
Dummy niggas, I thumbing out it
not to run up out it in a fist fight
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 that bad that I gotta hit him with a gat?
Matter fact, riddle me
I'm literally at the spot he said he'd be at, but where is he at?
Like, nigga? Is you really tellin' me that?
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
When a nigga put a whole in his back
Fuck yelling it back
Niggas get high and hating on a real nigga
It's like a nigga smoking on 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 ruler and
I got Geneve, I got the energy
I got the money, the power, the
I go to
I'm asking these niggas for 60 percent of the
No one me
Niggas is talking, but no one me
Niggas know the result of the end'll be
Niggas won't know how to where they men'll be
I'm a way different nigga on
I got the recipe, of y'all niggas sit next to me
Guard where head and ya chess'll be
I you niggas never go testin' me
I suggest you niggas never go me, nigga

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