Luyện nghe bài hát Luck You (Freestyle)

I got a flows, I can go sillly with those
I got a pocket
Down to and chop and pop a nigga that really impose
that's wit me is villans in hoodies
That lost all good and they feelings on road
so appealing, the feeling of killing a nigga that pose
Get Milli with those
Turn a plate to a cheesesteak
Bitch, I be in Philly with those
rocky as a blizzard, a nigga flex gotten bigger
My is so chilly, it froze
Really I'm colder than ever, my niggas going for
Niggas gripped up, fifth tucked in the storm or the weather
Sandstorm or the desert, hands drawn on a
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 already
Nigga the-, nigga
do a three in week, I gave the Jeep the receipt
Either the double-R stitching, it's or the Bentley B in the seat
I got my D in a freak, I gotta be in
She wanna eat every
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 even a D and a G, 'cause the way that the piling
I be wilding 'til a nigga make a B in a week
niggas 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
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?
Matter fact, me that
I'm literally at the that he said he'd be at, but where is he at?
Like, really nigga? Is you tellin' me that?
Like I prepared to hit him with a felony act?
Like, what you thought, I would react?
Have a looking like he tryna fight in Smash Bros
a nigga put a whole shell in his back
Fuck niggas yelling it
Niggas get and start hating on a real nigga
like a nigga smoking on jealousy 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 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
won't know how to find where they men'll be
I'm a way different nigga on
I got the recipe, none of niggas sit next to me
where your head and ya chess'll be
I suggest you 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 and just say shit and it comes out that way
You know I mean?
I promise y'all we down to go 36 hundred thousand rounds anybody
Let these niggas know that all that rapping shit
We can do it too,
Niggas be thinking they got special sauce
Not today, nigga, ain't that man?
Y'all know the fuck going on man
Who next? Who next? Who For real, who next?
know, lemme know, I'm off this, I'm off this
me now