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 wit me is villans in hoodies
That lost all they and they feelings on road
It's so appealing, the feeling of killing a nigga pose
Get Vanillied with those
Turn a beef plate to a
Bitch, I be really in Philly those
Neck rocky as a blizzard, a nigga gotten bigger
My is so chilly, it froze
Really I'm colder than ever, my niggas goin' for
Niggas gripped up, fifth tucked in the snow storm or the
Sandstorm or the desert, drawn on a Dessy
Leave his body bloody
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, this shit'll be fine, we'll up with friends
'Cause all of our gone-gone already
Nigga the-, nigga
do a three in week, I gave the Jeep the receipt
Either the double-R stitching, it's that or the 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 Louie, Gucci on the pocket
Or even a D and a G, 'cause the way the money 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 money counter, 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 fight
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 a bigger gat?
Matter fact, me that
I'm literally at the spot that he said he'd be at, but is he at?
Like, really Is you really tellin' me that?
I ain't 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 put a whole shell in his back
Fuck niggas 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
Fuck who you at me
I got a stack on me long as a ruler and
I got that Geneve, I got the
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 won't know how to find where they be
I'm a way different on Hennessy
I got the recipe, none of y'all sit next to me
where your head and ya chest'll be
I you niggas never 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,
Niggas be thinking got that special sauce
Not today,
that right, man?
Y'all know what the 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