Luyện nghe bài hát Lucky You (Freestyle)

I got a million flows, I can go silly with
I got a rocket
Down to and chop and pop a nigga that really impose
that's wit me is villans in hoodies
That lost all they good and feelings on road
It's so appealing, the feeling of a nigga that pose
Get Milli Vanillied those
a beef plate to a cheesesteak
Bitch, I be really in Philly those
Neck rocky as a blizzard, a nigga flex bigger
My wrist is so chilly, it
Really I'm colder than ever, my goin' for whatever
Niggas gripped up, fifth tucked in the snow or the weather
Sandstorm or the desert, drawn on a Dessy
his whole 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 up with friends
'Cause all of our gone-gone already
Nigga the-, nigga
I'ma do a three in week, I 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 gotta be in
She wanna eat morning
I it like 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 piling
I'll be wildin' 'til a nigga about a B in a week
Fuck hating on me
But I'm Gary Payton, on the team with the green
And the counter, 'cause when I'm accounting
It be money coming in and 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
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 gat?
Matter fact, me that
I'm literally at the spot that he he'd 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, 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
Fuck yelling it back
Niggas get high and start hating on a real
It's like a nigga smokin' on a jealousy
Look, lil nigga, uh
I got the remedy, I got the shooters 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 these niggas for 60 percent of the entity
No one me
Niggas is talking, but no one me
Niggas know what the of the end'll be
Niggas know how to find where they men'll be
I'm a way nigga on Hennessy
I got the recipe, none of y'all niggas sit to me
Guard where 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 in my sleep, it's easy
I come to the studio and say shit and it comes out that way
You what I mean?
I promise y'all we down to go 36 hundred thousand with anybody
Let these niggas know that all rapping fast shit
We can do it too,
Niggas be thinking they got that special
Not today,
Ain't that right,
Y'all know what the fuck on, man
Who Who next? Who next? For real, who next?
Lemme know, know, I'm off this, I'm off this
me now