Luyện nghe bài hát Lucky You (Freestyle)

I got a million flows, I can go with those
I got a rocket
to cock and chop and pop a nigga that really impose
Niggas wit me is villans in hoodies
That lost all they good and they feelings on
It's so appealing, the feeling of killing a nigga that
Get Milli with those
Turn a beef plate to a
Bitch, I be in Philly with those
Neck rocky as a blizzard, a nigga flex bigger
My is so chilly, it froze
I'm colder than ever, my niggas goin' for whatever
Niggas gripped up, tucked in the snow storm or the weather
or the desert, hands drawn on a Dessy
Leave his body bloody
Like shorty done put in her tampon on
with a Vietnam cannon out the Peter arm on the levy
See, the charm on
We go to jail, this shit'll be fine, we'll meet up with
all of our mans gone-gone already
Nigga the-, nigga
I'ma do a three in week, I gave the Jeep the
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 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 less it's Louie, Gucci on the
Or even a D and a G, the way that the money piling
I'll be 'til a nigga make about a B in a week
Fuck niggas on me
But I'm Gary Payton, always on the with the green
And the money counter, 'cause when I'm
It be coming in and coming out it, paper cut the money
Dummy niggas, I thumbing out it
Trying not to run up out it in a fist
With a knife, nigga 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 bigger
Matter fact, riddle me
I'm literally at the spot that he said be at, but where is he at?
Like, really nigga? Is you really me that?
I ain't prepared to hit him with a felony act?
Like, what you thought, I would never
Have a nigga lookin' he tryna fight in Smash Bros
When a nigga put a shell in his back
Fuck yelling it back
Niggas get high and start on a real nigga
like a nigga smokin' 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 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 these for 60 percent of the entity
No one me
Niggas is talking, but no one me
know what the result of the end'll be
Niggas won't know how to find where they 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 chest'll be
I suggest you niggas never go me
I suggest you never go testin' me, nigga

I y'all niggas I do this shit in my sleep, it's easy
I to the studio and just say shit and it comes out that way
You know I mean?
I promise y'all we to go 36 hundred thousand rounds with anybody
Let these know that all that rapping fast shit
We can do it too,
be thinking they got that special 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, know, I'm off this, I'm off this
me now