Luyện nghe bài hát Lucky You (Freestyle)

I got a million flows, I can go silly with
I got a rocket
Down to cock and chop and pop a nigga really impose
Niggas that's wit me is villans in
That lost all good and they feelings on road
It's so appealing, the feeling of killing a that pose
Get Vanillied with those
Turn a beef to a cheesesteak
Bitch, I be really in with those
Neck as a blizzard, a nigga flex gotten bigger
My wrist is so chilly, it
Really I'm colder ever, my niggas goin' for whatever
Niggas gripped up, fifth tucked in the snow storm or the
Sandstorm or the desert, hands drawn on a
Leave his whole body
Like done put in her tampon on already
Shooting with a Vietnam cannon out the Peter arm on the
See, the charm on
We go to jail, shit'll be fine, we'll meet up with friends
'Cause all of our mans gone-gone
the-, nigga the-
I'ma do a three in week, I gave the Jeep the
Either the double-R stitching, it's 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 like porridge and gave her the cream of the
And I rock it P and a B
I don't cop it less Louie, Gucci on the pocket
Or even a D and a G, 'cause the way that the money
be wildin' 'til a nigga make about a B in a week
Fuck niggas on me
But I'm Gary Payton, on the team with the green
And the money counter, when I'm accounting
It be money coming in and coming out it, cut the money
niggas, I been thumbing out it
Trying not to run up out it in a fist
With a knife, 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 a bigger gat?
fact, riddle me that
I'm literally at the spot that he said be at, but where is he at?
Like, really Is you really tellin' me that?
Like I prepared to hit him with a felony act?
Like, what you thought, I would never
Have a nigga like he tryna fight in Smash Bros
When a nigga put a whole in his back
Fuck niggas yelling it
Niggas get and start hating on a real nigga
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 asking these for 60 percent of the entity
No one me
is talking, but no one offending me
Niggas what the result of the end'll be
Niggas won't know how to find where men'll be
I'm a way different nigga on
I got the recipe, none of y'all niggas sit to me
where your head and ya chest'll be
I suggest you niggas go testin' me
I suggest you niggas go testin' me, nigga

I y'all niggas I do this shit 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 thousand rounds with anybody
Let these niggas know that all that rapping fast
We can do it too,
Niggas be thinking got that special sauce
Not today,
Ain't that right,
Y'all know the fuck goin' on, man
Who Who next? Who next? For real, who next?
Lemme know, know, I'm off this, I'm off this
me now