Luyện nghe bài hát Lucky You (Freestyle)

I got a million flows, I can go silly those
I got a rocket
Down to cock and chop and pop a nigga that impose
Niggas that's wit me is villans in
That lost all they good and feelings on road
It's so appealing, the of killing a nigga that pose
Get Milli with those
a beef plate to a cheesesteak
Bitch, I be really in with those
Neck rocky as a blizzard, a nigga gotten bigger
My is so chilly, it froze
Really I'm than ever, my niggas goin' for whatever
Niggas gripped up, fifth tucked in the storm or the weather
or the desert, hands drawn on a Dessy
Leave his whole bloody
Like shorty done put in her tampon on
Shooting with a Vietnam cannon out the Peter arm on the
See, the charm on
We go to jail, this shit'll be fine, we'll meet up friends
'Cause all of our mans gone-gone
the-, nigga the-
I'ma do a in week, I gave the Jeep the receipt
the double-R stitching, it's that or the Bentley B in the seat
I got my D in a freak, I be in repeat
She wanna eat every
I treat it like porridge and her the cream of the wheat
And I it like 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 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 counter, 'cause when I'm accounting
It be money 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, brought a gun up out it
you run up out it, lil nigga
Uh, hit him with a MAC
Is he really that bad that I gotta hit him with a bigger
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 tellin' me that?
Like I prepared to hit him with a felony act?
Like, you thought, I would never react?
Have a nigga lookin' like he tryna fight in Bros
When a nigga put a shell in his back
niggas yelling it back
Niggas get high and start on a real nigga
It's a nigga smokin' on a jealousy pack
Look, lil nigga, uh
I got the remedy, I got the shooters 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 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 won't know how to find where they be
I'm a way different 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 go testin' me
I suggest you niggas never go testin' me,

I promise y'all niggas I do this shit in my sleep, easy
I come to the studio and say shit and it comes out that way
You what I mean?
I y'all we down to go 36 hundred thousand rounds with anybody
Let niggas 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 next? Who next? For real, who
know, lemme know, I'm off this, I'm off this
me now