Luyện nghe bài hát Luck You (Freestyle)

I got a million flows, I can go sillly those
I got a pocket
Down to cock and and pop a nigga that really impose
Niggas that's wit me is in hoodies
That lost all they good and feelings on road
It's so appealing, the feeling of killing a that pose
Get Milli Vanillied those
a beef plate to a cheesesteak
Bitch, I be really in with those
Neck rocky as a blizzard, a nigga flex gotten
My wrist is so chilly, it
Really I'm colder than ever, my going for whatever
gripped up, fifth tucked in the snow storm or the weather
Sandstorm or the desert, hands drawn on a
his whole body bloody
Like shorty put in her tampon on already
Shooting with a Vietnam cannon out the arm on the levy
See, the on already
We go to jail, this shit'll be fine, we'll up with friends
all of our mans gone-gone already
Nigga the-, the-
I'ma do a three in week, I gave the the receipt
Either the double-R stitching, it's 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 porridge and her the cream of the wheat
And I it like 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 that the piling
I be wilding 'til a nigga about a B in a week
Fuck hating on me
Nut I'm Gary Payton, always on the with the green
And the counter, 'cause when I'm accounting
It be money coming in and 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, nigga a gun up out it
Don't you run up out it, nigga
Uh, hit him with a MAC
Is he really that bad that I gotta hit him with a bigger
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 prepared 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 put a whole shell in his back
Fuck niggas it back
Niggas get high and start hating on a 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 ruler and
I got that Geneve, I got the
I got the money, the power, the
I go to
I'm asking niggas for 60 percent of the entity
No one me
Niggas is talking, but no one me
Niggas what the result of the end'll be
won't know how to find where they men'll be
I'm a way different on Hennessy
I got the recipe, none of y'all sit next to me
Guard your head and ya chess'll be
I suggest you never go testin' me
I suggest you niggas never go me, nigga

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