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 chop and pop a nigga that really
Niggas wit me is villans in hoodies
That lost all they and they feelings on road
so appealing, the feeling of killing a nigga that pose
Get Milli Vanillied with
Turn a beef plate to a
Bitch, I be really in Philly those
Neck rocky as a blizzard, a nigga gotten bigger
My is so chilly, it froze
Really I'm colder than ever, my going for whatever
Niggas gripped up, fifth tucked in the snow or the weather
Sandstorm or the desert, hands drawn on a
Leave his body bloody
shorty done put in her tampon on already
Shooting with a Vietnam 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
all of our mans gone-gone already
Nigga the-, nigga
do a three in week, I gave the Jeep the receipt
Either the double-R stitching, that or the Bentley B in the seat
I got my D in a freak, I be in repeat
She eat every 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 a D and a G, 'cause the way that the money piling
I be wilding a nigga make about a B in a week
Fuck hating on me
Nut I'm Gary Payton, always on the team with the
And the counter, 'cause when I'm accounting
It be money in and coming out it, paper cut the money
Dummy niggas, I been out it
not to run up out it in a fist 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 a bigger gat?
Matter fact, riddle me
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 to hit him with a felony act?
Like, what you thought, I would react?
Have a nigga looking like he tryna in Smash Bros
a nigga put a whole shell in his back
Fuck yelling it back
get high and start hating on a real nigga
It's like a nigga smoking on jealousy
Look, nigga, uh
I got the remedy, I got the shooters with hidden
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
Niggas know what the of the end'll be
won't know how to find where they men'll be
I'm a way nigga on Hennessy
I got the recipe, none of niggas sit next to me
Guard your head and ya chess'll be
I suggest you niggas go testin' me
I you niggas never go testin' me, nigga

I promise you niggas I do shit in my sleep, it's easy
I come to the studio and say shit and it comes out that way
You know I mean?
I promise y'all we down to go 36 hundred thousand with anybody
Let these niggas know 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 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