Luyện nghe bài hát Luck You (Freestyle)

I got a million flows, I can go with those
I got a pocket
Down to cock and and pop a nigga that really impose
Niggas wit me is villans in hoodies
That lost all they 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 rocky as a blizzard, a nigga flex bigger
My is so chilly, it froze
Really I'm than ever, my niggas going for whatever
Niggas gripped up, tucked in the snow storm or the weather
Sandstorm or the desert, hands on a Dessy
his whole body bloody
Like shorty done put in her on already
with a Vietnam cannon out the Peter arm on the levy
See, the charm on
We go to jail, this shit'll be fine, we'll up with friends
all of our mans gone-gone already
Nigga the-, nigga
I'ma do a three in week, I the Jeep the receipt
Either the double-R stitching, it's that or the Bentley B in the
I got my D in a freak, I gotta be in
She wanna eat morning
I treat it like porridge and gave her the cream of the
And I it like 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 the money piling
I be 'til a nigga make about a B in a week
Fuck niggas on me
Nut I'm Gary Payton, always on the team the green
And the counter, 'cause when I'm accounting
It be money coming in and coming out it, paper cut the
Dummy niggas, I been out it
Trying not to run up out it in a fist
a knife, nigga 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 I gotta hit him with a bigger gat?
Matter fact, me that
I'm literally at the spot that he he'd be at, but where is he at?
Like, really nigga? Is you really 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 put a whole shell in his back
Fuck niggas yelling it
Niggas get high and hating on a real nigga
like a nigga smoking on jealousy pack
Look, nigga, uh
I got the remedy, I got the shooters with identities
Fuck who at me
I got a stack on me as a ruler and centipede
I got that Geneve, I got the
I got the money, the power, the
I go to
I'm asking these niggas for 60 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 find they men'll be
I'm a way nigga on Hennessy
I got the recipe, none of y'all sit next to me
Guard where your head and ya be
I suggest you niggas never go me
I suggest you niggas never go me, nigga

I promise you I do this shit in my sleep, it's easy
I come to the studio and just say shit and it out that way
You what I mean?
I promise y'all we down to go 36 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, that right man?
Y'all know what the fuck on man
Who next? Who next? Who For real, who next?
Lemme know, lemme know, I'm off this, I'm off
me now