Luyện nghe bài hát Luck You (Freestyle)

I got a flows, I can go sillly with those
I got a rocket
Down to cock and and pop a nigga that really impose
Niggas wit me is villans in hoodies
That lost all they good and feelings on road
It's so appealing, the feeling of a nigga that pose
Get Milli Vanillied with
Turn a beef to a cheesesteak
Bitch, I be really in with those
Neck rocky as a blizzard, a flex gotten bigger
My is so chilly, it froze
Really I'm colder than ever, my niggas going for
gripped up, fifth tucked in the snow storm or the weather
Sandstorm or the desert, hands drawn on a
Leave his body bloody
Like shorty done put in her on already
Shooting with a Vietnam out the Peter arm on the levy
See, the charm on
We go to jail, this shit'll be fine, we'll meet up friends
'Cause all of our mans gone-gone
Nigga the-, the-
I'ma do a three in week, I gave the Jeep the
Either the double-R stitching, that or the Bentley B in the seat
I got my D in a freak, I gotta be in
She wanna eat every
I it like porridge 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, Gucci on the
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
Fuck niggas on me
Nut I'm Gary Payton, always on the team 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 been out it
Trying not to run up out it in a fight
a knife, nigga brought a gun up out it
Don't you run up out it, lil'
Uh, hit him with a MAC
Is he really that bad that I gotta hit him with a gat?
fact, riddle me that
I'm literally at the spot that he 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 would never
Have a nigga looking like he tryna in Smash Bros
When a nigga put a shell in his back
Fuck niggas yelling it
Niggas get and start hating on a real nigga
It's like a nigga smoking on pack
Look, nigga, uh
I got the remedy, I got the shooters with identities
Fuck who at me
I got a on me long as a ruler and centipede
I got Geneve, I got the energy
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
Niggas won't know how to where they men'll be
I'm a way different on Hennessy
I got the recipe, none of y'all niggas sit to me
where your head and ya chess'll be
I you niggas never go testin' me
I suggest you niggas never go me, nigga

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