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 and pop a nigga that really impose
Niggas that's wit me is villans in
That lost all they good and they feelings on
so appealing, the feeling of killing a nigga that pose
Get Vanillied with those
Turn a beef to a cheesesteak
Bitch, I be really in Philly those
Neck as a blizzard, a nigga flex gotten bigger
My is so chilly, it froze
Really I'm colder than ever, my niggas for whatever
Niggas up, fifth tucked in the snow storm or the weather
Sandstorm or the desert, drawn on a Dessy
Leave his whole bloody
Like shorty put in her tampon on already
Shooting with a cannon out the Peter arm on the levy
See, the on already
We go to jail, this shit'll be fine, we'll meet up with
'Cause all of our mans gone-gone
the-, nigga the-
I'ma do a in week, I gave the Jeep the receipt
Either the double-R stitching, that or the Bentley B in the seat
I got my D in a freak, I gotta be in
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, Gucci on the
Or even a D and a G, 'cause the way that the piling
I'll be wildin' 'til a make about a B in a week
niggas hating 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 been out it
Trying not to run up out it in a fist
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 that he said he'd be at, but is he at?
Like, really nigga? Is you really me that?
Like I prepared to hit him with a felony act?
Like, what you thought, I would never
Have a lookin' like he tryna fight in Smash Bros
When a nigga put a whole shell in his
Fuck niggas yelling it
Niggas get and start hating 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 with hidden
who you send at me
I got a on me long 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
Niggas is talking, but no one me
Niggas know what the of the end'll be
Niggas won't know how to find they men'll be
I'm a way nigga on Hennessy
I got the recipe, of y'all niggas sit next to me
Guard where head and ya chest'll be
I you niggas never go testin' me
I suggest you niggas never go 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 hundred thousand with anybody
Let niggas know that all that rapping fast shit
We can do it too,
Niggas be thinking got that special sauce
Not today,
that right, man?
Y'all know the fuck goin' on, man
Who next? Who next? Who For real, who next?
Lemme know, know, I'm off this, I'm off this
me now