Luyện nghe bài hát Lucky You (Freestyle)

I got a million flows, I can go silly those
I got a rocket
Down to and chop and pop a nigga that really impose
Niggas wit me is villans in hoodies
That all they good and they feelings on road
It's so appealing, the feeling of killing a nigga pose
Get Milli Vanillied those
Turn a plate 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 goin' for whatever
gripped up, fifth tucked in the snow storm or the weather
Sandstorm or the desert, hands drawn on a
his whole body bloody
Like shorty put in her tampon on already
Shooting with a Vietnam cannon out the arm on the levy
See, the on already
We go to jail, this be fine, we'll meet up with friends
'Cause all of our mans already
Nigga the-, the-
do a three in week, I gave the Jeep the receipt
Either the double-R stitching, it's that or the Bentley B in the
I got my D in a freak, I be in repeat
She wanna eat morning
I treat it like porridge and gave her the cream of the
And I rock it P and a B
I cop it less it's Louie, Gucci on the pocket
Or even a D and a G, 'cause the way the money piling
I'll be wildin' 'til a nigga about a B in a week
Fuck hating on me
But I'm Gary Payton, always on the team with the
And the money counter, when 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 bigger
fact, riddle me that
I'm literally at the spot he said he'd be at, but where is he at?
Like, really nigga? Is you really me that?
Like I ain't prepared to hit him with a act?
Like, what you thought, I would never
a nigga lookin' like he tryna fight in Smash Bros
When a nigga put a whole shell in his
niggas yelling it back
Niggas get high and start hating on a real
like a nigga smokin' on a jealousy pack
Look, lil nigga, uh
I got the remedy, I got the with hidden identities
who you send 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 percent of the
No one me
is talking, but no one offending me
Niggas know 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 y'all niggas sit to me
Guard where head and ya chest'll be
I suggest you niggas never go me
I suggest you niggas never go me, nigga

I promise 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 know I mean?
I promise y'all we down to go 36 hundred thousand rounds anybody
Let niggas know that all that rapping fast shit
We can do it too,
Niggas be thinking they got special sauce
Not today,
Ain't that right,
Y'all know what the fuck on, man
Who next? Who next? Who next? For real, who
know, lemme know, I'm off this, I'm off this
me now