Luyện nghe bài hát Luck You (Freestyle)

I got a million flows, I can go sillly with
I got a pocket
Down to cock and and pop a nigga that really impose
Niggas wit me is villans in hoodies
That all they good and they feelings on road
so appealing, the feeling of killing a nigga that pose
Get Milli Vanillied those
Turn a beef to a cheesesteak
Bitch, I be really in Philly those
Neck rocky as a blizzard, a nigga flex gotten
My is so chilly, it froze
Really I'm colder than ever, my niggas for whatever
gripped up, fifth tucked in the snow storm or the weather
Sandstorm or the desert, drawn on a Dessy
Leave his body bloody
Like shorty put in her tampon on already
Shooting a Vietnam cannon out the Peter arm on the levy
See, the on already
We go to jail, this shit'll be fine, we'll up with friends
'Cause all of our mans gone-gone
Nigga the-, nigga
I'ma do a in week, I gave the Jeep the receipt
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 wanna eat morning
I treat it like porridge and 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 the money piling
I be wilding a nigga make about 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 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 fight
With a knife, 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 that I gotta hit him with a gat?
fact, riddle 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 to hit him with a felony act?
Like, what you thought, I would react?
a nigga looking like he tryna fight in Smash Bros
When a nigga put a whole shell in his
Fuck niggas it back
Niggas get high and start hating on a 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 on me long 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 percent of the
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 where they be
I'm a way different on Hennessy
I got the recipe, of y'all niggas sit next to me
Guard your head and ya chess'll be
I suggest you niggas never go me
I suggest you never go testin' 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 comes out way
You know I mean?
I promise y'all we down to go 36 hundred thousand rounds with
Let these know that all that rapping fast shit
We can do it too,
Niggas be they got that special sauce
Not today, nigga, that right man?
know what the fuck going on man
Who next? Who next? Who next? For real, who
know, lemme know, I'm off this, I'm off this
me now