Luyện nghe bài hát Lucky You (Freestyle)

I got a million flows, I can go with those
I got a pocket
Down to cock and chop and pop a nigga that really
Niggas 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 Milli Vanillied those
a beef plate to a cheesesteak
Bitch, I be really in Philly with
Neck rocky as a blizzard, a nigga gotten bigger
My wrist is so chilly, it
Really I'm colder than ever, my niggas goin' for
Niggas gripped up, fifth tucked in the snow storm or the
or the desert, hands drawn on a Dessy
Leave his body bloody
Like shorty done put in her tampon on
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 up with friends
'Cause all of our mans 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 be in repeat
She eat every morning
I treat it 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, on the pocket
Or even a D and a G, 'cause the way that the money
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 with the green
And the money counter, 'cause when I'm
It be money coming in and out it, paper cut the money
niggas, I been thumbing out it
Trying not to run up out it in a fight
With a knife, brought a gun up out it
you run up out it, lil nigga
Uh, hit him a mini MAC
Is he that bad that I gotta hit him with a bigger gat?
Matter fact, me that
I'm at the spot that 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 a felony act?
Like, what you thought, I would react?
Have a nigga lookin' like he tryna fight in Bros
When a nigga put a whole shell in his
Fuck yelling it back
Niggas get high and start hating on a nigga
It's like a nigga on a jealousy pack
Look, lil nigga, uh
I got the remedy, I got the with hidden identities
Fuck who you at me
I got a stack on me 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 percent of the
No one me
is talking, but no one offending me
Niggas know what the of the end'll be
won't know how to find where they men'll be
I'm a way different on Hennessy
I got the recipe, none of niggas sit next to me
Guard where your head and ya be
I suggest you never go testin' me
I suggest you never go testin' me, nigga

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