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
that's wit me is villans in hoodies
That lost all they good and they on road
It's so appealing, the feeling of killing a that pose
Get Vanillied with those
Turn a beef to a cheesesteak
Bitch, I be really in Philly those
Neck as a blizzard, a nigga flex gotten bigger
My wrist is so chilly, it
Really I'm colder than ever, my going for whatever
Niggas gripped up, fifth tucked in the storm or the weather
Sandstorm or the desert, hands drawn on a
Leave his whole 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, shit'll be fine, we'll meet up with friends
all of our mans gone-gone already
Nigga the-, nigga
I'ma do a three in week, I gave the Jeep the
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 eat every 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 it's Louie, Gucci 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 money counter, 'cause when I'm
It be money coming in and coming out it, paper cut the
Dummy niggas, I been out it
Trying not to run up out it in a fist
a knife, nigga 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 that he said 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 never react?
Have a nigga looking he tryna fight in Smash Bros
a nigga put a whole shell in his back
Fuck yelling it back
Niggas get high and start on a real nigga
It's a nigga smoking on jealousy pack
Look, nigga, uh
I got the remedy, I got the with hidden identities
Fuck who at me
I got a stack on me long as a and centipede
I got Geneve, I got the energy
I got the money, the power, the
I go to
I'm asking niggas for 60 percent of the entity
No one me
is talking, but no one offending me
Niggas know the result of the end'll be
Niggas know how to find where they men'll be
I'm a way nigga on Hennessy
I got the recipe, of y'all niggas sit next to me
Guard your head and ya chess'll be
I you niggas never go testin' me
I suggest you niggas go testin' me, nigga

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