Luyện nghe bài hát Luck You (Freestyle)

I got a million flows, I can go sillly with
I got a rocket
Down to and chop 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 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 gotten
My is so chilly, it froze
Really I'm colder ever, my niggas going for whatever
Niggas gripped up, fifth in the snow storm or the weather
Sandstorm or the desert, hands on a Dessy
Leave his whole body
shorty done put in her tampon on already
Shooting with a cannon out the Peter arm on the levy
See, the on already
We go to jail, this shit'll be fine, meet up with friends
'Cause all of our mans gone-gone
Nigga the-, nigga
do a three in week, I gave the Jeep the receipt
Either the stitching, it's that or the Bentley B in the seat
I got my D in a freak, I gotta be in
She wanna eat morning
I treat it like and gave 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 a D and a G, 'cause the way that the money piling
I be wilding 'til a nigga make about a B in a
niggas hating 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, 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 with a MAC
Is he really that bad that I hit him with a bigger gat?
Matter fact, me that
I'm literally at the spot that he said he'd be at, but is he at?
Like, really Is you really tellin' me that?
Like I prepared to hit him with a felony act?
Like, you thought, I would never react?
Have a nigga looking like he tryna fight in Bros
When a put a whole shell in his back
niggas yelling 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 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
is talking, but no one offending me
Niggas what the result of the end'll be
Niggas won't know how to find where they be
I'm a way different nigga on
I got the recipe, none of niggas sit next to me
Guard where head and ya chess'll be
I suggest you never go testin' me
I suggest you never go testin' me, nigga

I you niggas I do this shit in my sleep, it's easy
I come to the studio and say shit and it comes out that way
You what I mean?
I promise y'all we down to go 36 hundred thousand rounds with
Let these niggas know that all that rapping fast
We can do it too,
Niggas be thinking they got that special
Not today, nigga, ain't 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